Blessed are the theologically homeless, for they do not find rest until God is all in all. Blessed are those whose theology spills from a pierced heart, for they are the consolation of God to God. Blessed are those who never confuse their own voice for God’s, for they can be trusted with their neighbors’ care.
On the shortest day of the year in cold Melbourne midwinter, I find the first line particularly touching. The absolute promise of a warm home, especially for the homeless.
On the shortest day of the year in cold Melbourne midwinter, I find the first line particularly touching. The absolute promise of a warm home, especially for the homeless.
That’s anything but a bleak midwinter then