Thursday, May 26, 2011


My ancestors were all rebellious by nature, on both sides of my family, unto the third and fourth generation. They left their homes, were expelled, revolted, went on strike, cut themselves loose from family or church, went on unexplained journeys, took up unnecessary labours, were renowned for peculiar and often disturbing behaviour.

And yet, time has sanctified some memories and overlaid others with the sweet dust and patina of time. The unruliness was interred with bone and ash; the good deeds grew like wildflowers. This is by the grace of God. Faith, hope, and love: these three abide, but the greatest of these is love.

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