Friday, April 22, 2011

Girl meets boy.


Girl meets boy. He's cute. She likes him, but Dad would not approve. He doesn't know Him. Boy meets Dad. Dad accepts, Dad shares, Dad remains the same. Boy watches, boy melts. He meets Him. Boy marries girl--a marriage of like minds.

He is the same. Here in old beautiful Europe and in the poorly repainted graffiti streets of home. His power and his love...are the same.

In the stained glass church...in the shattered shards of car windows--I see him: moving--active. They don't know each other, but they know Him. And they resemble each other, because they are in the same family. My family-His church.

3 comments:

joan.ekimball said...

I want to understand…but……..

Brian Stipp said...
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Brian Stipp said...

beautiful.

~Beth

(i deleted the first comment because i forgot to sign my name :) )