January 28, 2014
You are the One we called Father through the ages.
The Father of our fathers and their fathers and theirs.
You are the One who was before,
extending Your vast Self infinitely in all directions of time.
It is You who have outlast our every fear and every fortune.
You are the One standing at the dawn of time with limitless history behind You
and an eternity of days before You.
So it is to You we call when we sense our time-bound selves
have come to the end of ourselves,
because only You never will.
Hi, friend. I'm Amy. Mostly, I’m just another twenty-something trying to figure out the stuff of life. I am a nerdy seminary student who loves the smell of old books and early mornings in the library. I am an artist wanabee, a liberal to the conservative and conservative to the liberal, guilty social justice groupie, and a recovering Bible know-it-all with the unreal ability to put my foot in my mouth an astonishing number of times each day. I am a sister to eight of the most hysterical creatures ever created. Good theology, used book stores, and autumn make me giddy. I preach passionately, think deeply, and ask too many questions. I write prayers, poetry and prose. I write about preaching bad and good, gender roles in the Church, the sacraments, stupid things we do on Sunday, politics, and almost everything else that you are not supposed to discuss in polite company. I also blog at oneyellowbird.blogspot.com. Welcome to the journey.
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