But just this to counterbalance the previous post:
(from a friend's Facebook Post)
And how did I come upon S. Plath, the poetess? On the same Facebook page she was mentioned a few times. I had looked her up once in a while and learned about her life. I was at Chapters and I bought a book of poems, with my own money--no library loan.
So, now she sits on the fireplace mantle, next to Luther and Walther devotional material.
To counterbalance the whole difficult scene, let's add this one also, from the same Facebook page:
But love, sooner or later, forces us out of time. It does not accept that limit. Of all that we feel and do, all the virtues and all the sins, love alone crowds us at last over the edge of the world. For love is always more than a little strange here. It is not explainable or even justifiable. It is itself the justifier. We do not make it. If it did not happen to us, we could not imagine it. It includes the world and time as a pregnant woman includes her child whose wrongs she will suffer and forgive. It is in the world but not altogether of it. It is of eternity. It takes us there when it most holds us here.
~ Wendell Berry
We see here, too, that love is much about suffering and forgiving--two sides of the coin. Marriage is fun and marriage is hard work.
We have Love Life Conference 10, today, on "Confusion and Repentance in a Sexualized world." You are invited.