The line is found in a hymn--There is a Fountain Filled with Blood. I have every theological reason to hate the hymn. Yet, I was listening to a wonderful arrangement of the song by the husband and wife duo Welcome Wagon. The line, familiar once, blew through me like an updraft in a hollow barn. So that's it! There it is stated simply enough. It captures that Les Miserable moment; the one where the priest forgive Valjean setting his redemption in motion and the redemption of a myriad of others.
If I haven't been in a depression since my Mom died, I have certainly been in a recession. I have stood on Dover Beach. Writing a Palm Sunday sermon was a struggle. Proclamation was a struggle. It is not that I have stopped believing. Those closest to me know that I still believe it all. It is just that uncertainly sucks the life out of me. This line reminded that the centre does really hold. I believe that people can change. That I can change. That love can change impossible situations. God is redeeming love and I can, by God's grace, be transformed into it.
This I believe today and I will believe tomorrow and I will believe it until this poor, lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in grave.
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