Hard to believe that Lent is almost over.

A church friend of mine passed away this week after a long illness. He kept it secret from those around him, choosing to remain quiet and private about his health. It was a shock to walk into the Thursday noon service, and find that he was gone.

Rest in peace, E. For us, Lent is still in season. For you, you rest in the Eternal Easter.


How can I do small, ordinary, deeds with great love?

In the middle of midterms

I will be back soon, I promise! In the meantime, have some George Herbert that has been in my head all day:

Love (III)

By George Herbert 1593–1633

Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back
                              Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
                             From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
                             If I lacked any thing.
A guest, I answered, worthy to be here:
                             Love said, You shall be he.
I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,
                             I cannot look on thee.
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
                             Who made the eyes but I?
Truth Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame
                             Go where it doth deserve.
And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?
                             My dear, then I will serve.
You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:
                             So I did sit and eat.