Good Friday Wine
The Agony
Philosophers have measured mountains,
Fathomed the depths of seas, of states, and kings,
Walked with a staff to heaven, and traced fountains:
But there are two vast, spacious things
The which to measure it doth more behoove:
Yet few there are that sound them: Sin and Love.
Who would know Sin, let him repair
Unto Mount Olivet; there shall he see
A man so wrung with pains that all his hair,
His skin, his garments bloody be.
Sin is that press and vice, that forceth pain
To hunt his cruel food through every vein.
Who knows not Love, let him assay
And taste that juice, which on the cross a pike
Did set again abroach; then let him say
If ever he did taste the like.
Love is that liquor sweet and most divine
Which my God feels as blood; but I, as wine.
George Herbert (1639)
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Happy 35 Nate! From the early morning drive to the hospital with your mom and dad to the freezing trek through Madison to celebrate your graduation to the enlightening video of lions eating their young, you've always kept life interesting! If we were closer to Madison, I'd love to stop by and hoist a a pint in your honor (in a strictly medicinal sort of way of course!).
Happy 40th you crazy lovebirds! Living with y'all for two and a half years in Texas was one of the most formative parts of my life and left me with wonderful memories. Trips to Goodwill, shrimp in a jar, the Terrell drive-in, Blackjack Baptist Church, chicken-n-rice for Sunday dinner. Of course, you'd only been married less than four years, so it was also a learning experience in how the whole marriage-couple-relating-to-one-another thing works. Thanks for the great example to follow. And I'll never tell about the other things I learned. Cross my heart.
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