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56 And Mary remained with Elizabeth for about three months and then returned to her home.
This is the third thoughtful response I have received by email to my original post on Terrence Malick’s “A Hidden Life”. I post it here with the author’s permission:
Everything I know about Richard Rohr from personal experience in his presence, reading his writing, listening to many addresses he has given, and from others who know him better than I, tells me he is a genuinely gentle, humble, gracious human being.
The witness of many people who have survived unimaginable suffering suggests that light does eventually dawn even within the darkness of the most paralyzing pain.
Sometimes liturgy puts words in the mouth of the worshiper that are more true than the worshipper himself is aware.
I have reached the age at which many of my peers are retiring. It seems every day, someone I know is turning in their professional position for the privilege of life without the demands of full-time employment.
“I knew it would not be easy; but I never thought it would be this hard.“
It may only last minutes. Sometimes it will go on for hours, days, weeks, months, even years.
Writing about the magoi in preparation for Epiphany this year, I was reminded of an article I wrote twenty years ago, that appeared in our local Anglican Diocesan paper.
I have written many times about pain.
In A Spacious Place 