we watched the old man
Build his doohiggy in the yard
For a hundred years
his talk of “rain”
Unaltering our behavior
To the very end
Through the procession of paired creatures
Too quiet, too orderly, in hindsight
surprised when he shuts up his wooden spaceship
Seven day still
Rise relentless river
Through the rooms of our careless together
Drips, drops, seep, torrent, flood
words we coin
In the last moments of our lives
As the world entire
Mark 6:32-33 (NIV)
So they went away by themselves in a boat to a solitary place.  But many who saw them leaving recognized them and ran on foot from all the towns and got there ahead of them.
Who would you run to meet?
Not amble or stroll: run.
To me the New Testament is about Love. It should be called the love testament, the love contract, the love promise.
We are stuck in our mess! for thousands of years, centuries, decades, hours and minutes. Waiting for hope. Holding onto the idea of it. And then along comes this Guy! Different from the rest because He is safe. Safe like a shelter in the storm. Safe like a mother’s kiss. Safer than these things.
The Song of Solomon says that “love is as strong as death, but when Jesus shows up Love becomes stronger than death.
And who does He love?