Daily Archives: 3/16/2014

in the evening of life we shall be judged on love. 0

This is what I thought of when I heard that Fred Phelps is on his deathbed. We have much to be judged on when he comes, slums and battlefields and insane asylums, but these are the symptoms of our illness, and the results of our failures in love. In the evening of life we shall […]

a poem for sunday 0

Every time I run across an Anne Porter poem I haven’t read before, I am delighted. “An Altogether Different Language” by Anne Porter There was a church in Umbria, Little Portion, Already old eight hundred years ago. It was abandoned and in disrepair But it was called St. Mary of the Angels For it was […]