How interesting it is, to be set upon by visitors from your past. A sudden blast from the past, as it were, people who remember you for who you were, and help you relive that continuity, even if you might have forgotten it already. Roused, groggy, from hibernation.
It is even sort of redeeming - they believe in you, in how you were, how you might have been, and have this trajectory of how you ought to be now, in a good way, of course, free of the trappings of currency, of the recent, of fears present and dogged uncertainty: unearthed bits of conversations past, of music shared, of songs and sacred moments once held dear, of friends once shared, or places once haunted. Walking the halls of memory together, albeit from different stances, but the same halls, nonetheless, and the same echoes. Grace is a memory shared, however fleeting. A good memory. When times were simpler, and hope was much more innocent.
But here we are, shocked to the present. There is hope, yes, but perhaps a much more informed one. Tangled memories, disparate lives, hearts, hopes, dreams. Live and let live. Each their own way, fragile, led on by the mercies of God. But will the twain meet? Who, but for courage, knows...
It is even sort of redeeming - they believe in you, in how you were, how you might have been, and have this trajectory of how you ought to be now, in a good way, of course, free of the trappings of currency, of the recent, of fears present and dogged uncertainty: unearthed bits of conversations past, of music shared, of songs and sacred moments once held dear, of friends once shared, or places once haunted. Walking the halls of memory together, albeit from different stances, but the same halls, nonetheless, and the same echoes. Grace is a memory shared, however fleeting. A good memory. When times were simpler, and hope was much more innocent.
But here we are, shocked to the present. There is hope, yes, but perhaps a much more informed one. Tangled memories, disparate lives, hearts, hopes, dreams. Live and let live. Each their own way, fragile, led on by the mercies of God. But will the twain meet? Who, but for courage, knows...
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference. (Reinhold Niebuhr)
Faith, hope and love. (1 Cor 13, NIV)
8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.
11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. 12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
