Caroline, we obviously had a similar exposure to Christian music in our youth. While reading about "The banner over us is love", I remembered "The joy of the Lord is my strength." The words seem appropriate here. Strength can be sustaining; it can also be motivating and even oppositional, forcing us to change direction. Thanks for a beautiful read.
Caroline, we obviously had a similar exposure to Christian music in our youth. While reading about "The banner over us is love", I remembered "The joy of the Lord is my strength." The words seem appropriate here. Strength can be sustaining; it can also be motivating and even oppositional, forcing us to change direction. Thanks for a beautiful read.
Most of the modern 'choruses' at my mum's Baptist church left me non plussed, in comparison with the harmonised Victorian favourites from my Church Schools' C of E repertoire. Yet that one in particular made me full of joy - 'He leads me over to the banqueting table and the banner over me is love'. I must have been 8 when I learned it, with arm movements to go with it! And the first line is of course, 'My beloved is mine and I am his...'
This was a revelation. Such love - in the Old Testament, even.
I have been seeking that table and that love my whole life, creating little pockets of Illichian table life here and there, little moments of aporia in the unyielding onslaught.
It is in friendship (with humans and some non human beings) that I really came to feel it truly.
Caroline, we obviously had a similar exposure to Christian music in our youth. While reading about "The banner over us is love", I remembered "The joy of the Lord is my strength." The words seem appropriate here. Strength can be sustaining; it can also be motivating and even oppositional, forcing us to change direction. Thanks for a beautiful read.
Most of the modern 'choruses' at my mum's Baptist church left me non plussed, in comparison with the harmonised Victorian favourites from my Church Schools' C of E repertoire. Yet that one in particular made me full of joy - 'He leads me over to the banqueting table and the banner over me is love'. I must have been 8 when I learned it, with arm movements to go with it! And the first line is of course, 'My beloved is mine and I am his...'
This was a revelation. Such love - in the Old Testament, even.
I have been seeking that table and that love my whole life, creating little pockets of Illichian table life here and there, little moments of aporia in the unyielding onslaught.
It is in friendship (with humans and some non human beings) that I really came to feel it truly.
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