Can anything compare...
Thursday, February 8, 2007 at 11:51PM No beauty, no skill, no lightness of heart can attain anything of great esteem outside the cross. I continually learn that my complete effort is a wanton catastrophe outside the cross. Any peace brokered, any accomplishment, any moment of high exhalation dwarfs under the shadow of the cross.
There is no sense or substance to life outside the horrible beauty of this sacrificial statement spoken seas and centuries from here and now. It annuls all effort. Every muscle, every drop, every holy strand of suffering is greater that any Caesar, saint or sacred plea. The cross of Christ towers above every sign and anomaly of retribution. The shame and sweet release of the divine pronunciation is an ever increasing ecstasy as souls fall toward the hope of Heaven's Prince and Coming King.
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My cousin, Kelly, had your mother in First Grade. She also knows Julie Welch. I told them where you lived and they said that was just across Heyman Lane from their neighborhood. My mother also recollected that there's a store or something down there that your "people" own? She also thinks her sister in law went to HSDBC.
The world is teeny.