Tag Archives | love

In sickness and in health

We don’t just need spouses who love well, though we certainly need those. The world needs churches who love—in sickness and in health.

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Poem for a Blue Christmas

If this year you’re feeling quite blue
And your patience is all but worn through
If your children are restive
Or your nose is congestive
And you wish that the old year was new

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On terrorism, fear and love #parisattacks #prayforworld

It is a natural response to want to creep back into the safety of our tribes, to draw lines about what makes us ‘us’, and them ‘them’, but it is not the way of love. Love crosses boundaries and borders; it dares to stare people in the eye and love them for their personhood, their humanity.
 
God is love, through and through – daring, defiant, powerful love. God calls us to love others in the way that God alone loves: seeing them truly, loving them entirely.

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Love is in a Midnight-Blue Towel

For us it was my unexpected neurological illness that turned our love upside down. If love languages were inflexible things, we would have been sunk.

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What’s her name? – on disability and the church

“What’s her name?”
The airport official spoke over my head to my husband and it took me a while before I even registered she was referring to me.
Why doesn’t she just ask me? I wondered. And then it clicked: it’s because of the wheelchair.

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On love and sunglasses – de{tales}

We think we know the momentous and portentous events of our lives, because we have them mapped out with the big things – proposals, births, funerals – but love and grief have their own rules, and they funnel their potency into the little details, the ordinary objects of life, so that we are caught unawares by our emotion even whilst we are going about our daily business.

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Love means you keep showing up

I was too ill to speak to anyone, so they could not love through words or presence.
Our church loved us with food and ironed clothes.

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Left Behind

We were at the back of the hall, both of us, huddled up, our backs against the wall. Her coat smelt faintly of the secret cigarette she’d smoked before she came in.

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