I am teaching a class on the parables of treasure in the Gospel of Matthew this morning. Parable: from the Greek verb; from nouns in Old French and Latin: to throw beside, to cast alongside; a comparison.
I have been thinking about some of my own:
The compassion of God is like a mountaintop above the treeline: devoid of green, buffeted by wind, steady, still, silent, its surface aglow in the moonlight.
The compassion of God is like a lake at dawn: still, silent, deep, with its mysteries submerged below the surface.
The compassion of God is a like a house early in the morning: a still, silent, receptacle of memories and repository of hope.
Image, here.
Wonderful! My favorite is the last one.
ReplyDeleteAn insight which came from deep within...that same depth with which the compassion of God comes in the deep silence.
ReplyDeletewow, what beautiful images. Especially as I sit here at 5:40 a.m. in my cousin's house, on vacation, the rest of the house asleep but expectant of joy and conversation. Thank you.
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