Opinion

Heaven is True Love Realized

Heaven is True Love Realized

The last time I saw her, she couldn’t speak. We had been there, in that nicely appointed nursing home room, just a few weeks earlier, and we talked about summer plans and politics and what it was like to die. She wasn’t afraid, she told us. But the last time we saw her on this earth, she could only nod and squeeze our hands and I could see she was putting out enormous effort just to accomplish those two things.

When you’re waiting for rain

When you’re waiting for rain

We are parched. The earth is dry and cracked. The grass is yellow and the trees wilt for want of moisture. Rain clouds come and go. We watch them disappear in the endless horizon, praying that the hot wind will carry in another batch that will let loose the torrential rain that we need. There’s no end in sight. Yet, we pray, and we trust, and we sing “Showers of Blessing” on Sunday while the sun beats down on the church roof.

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