CowPi Journal

Your words to me just a whisper
Your face is so unclear
I try to pay attention
Your words just disappear

      ‘Cause it’s always raining in my head
      Forget all the things I should have said

So I speak to you in riddles
‘Cause my words get in my way
I smoke the whole thing to my head
And feel it wash away

‘Cause I can’t take anymore of this
I want to come apart
Or dig myself a little hole
Inside your precious heart

      ‘Cause it’s always raining in my head
      Forget all the things I should have said

I am nothing more than
A little boy inside
That cries out for attention
Yet I always try to hide

‘Cause I talk to you like children
Though I don’t know how I feel
But I know I’ll do the right thing
If the right thing is revealed

      ‘Cause it’s always raining in my head
      Forget all the things I should have said

— Staind, “Epiphany”

In The Lord, Romano Guardini reflects on God’s forgiveness:

Men actually did not know that God must be as he is in order to be able to forgive, for what they formerly meant by forgiveness was no true forgiveness, but a covering up, a looking away, a gracious ignoring, cessation of anger and punishment. Genuine forgiveness is far superior to creation, as love is to justice, and if the mystery of creation out of nothing is already impenetrable, all human concepts are completely lost when faced with the mystery of God’s power to render a sinner sinless. Such creative power emanates from the pure liberty of love. Between the states of sinfulness and sinlessness lies a death, a destruction in which the sinner is submerged, in order to be lifted from it into a new existence.

When God forgiveness, it is not simply forgetting. It is an act of creation, or re-creation. The sinner is actually made sinless!

Wow!!!

“Behold, I make all things new.” (Revelation 21:5)

It is easy to write words about the consolations of love. Just look at all the love songs and poems. But how does one describe the love for another for love’s sake, for who they are, what they are, for themselves and not what they give?
The word “love” is too short to describe what it is. An infinity of letters and syllables are needed to contain all the depths of its meaning. The word “love” is too long, for no word can really convey its ultimate truth like a touch, a look, or a smile. Words belong to the mind. Love belongs to the heart, where words get in the way.

I saw a bumper sticker on a minivan last night that read, “Parents of twins get twice the love.” I smiled. They really get more than twice.