Some arguments remove half my being from me. All the breath-bearing to praise - you recognize that phrase? I am sure you do.
כֹּל הַנְּשָׁמָה תְּהַלֵּל יָהּ
The only other place where I used it in the psalms, Beloved, was to show you how I pant (that's breathing) with the labour of birth for you. Psalm 18.וַיֵּרָאוּ אֲפִיקֵי מַיִם
וַיִּגָּלוּ מוֹסְדוֹת תֵּבֵל
מִגַּעֲרָתְךָ יְהוָה
מִנִּשְׁמַת רוּחַ אַפֶּךָ
Then seen are channels of waters
and discovered are the foundations of the world
at your rebuke יְהוָה
at the breath of the wind of your nostrils
Waters break, foundations discovered, at my rebuke - such as it is. My rebuke is a blessing, like children. You should know. At the breath - the panting - the child bearing - of the wind of my nostrils.
and discovered are the foundations of the world
at your rebuke יְהוָה
at the breath of the wind of your nostrils
Waters break, foundations discovered, at my rebuke - such as it is. My rebuke is a blessing, like children. You should know. At the breath - the panting - the child bearing - of the wind of my nostrils.
'Imagine' I talked that way with you, O Creation Groaning, by my Spirit.
Mind the gap
I have just returned from a mental institution where my youngest son, aged 33 is a patient, impatient, or in patient, breath borne by another mother, but bequeathed to us by adoption. Who is your Mother? A troubled boy, brain-damaged in the scientific sense by alcohol from birth, and by street unwisdom in later life. Would you nurture him? Created time wasted? Why this birth? Why this world where the males seem to know what is right and let their good be evil spoken of?
Righteous rigorous and even gracious evangelicals are to be tolerated but ... but they are unbelievable. (Not to put too fine a point of faith on them.)
Mind the gap
I have just returned from a mental institution where my youngest son, aged 33 is a patient, impatient, or in patient, breath borne by another mother, but bequeathed to us by adoption. Who is your Mother? A troubled boy, brain-damaged in the scientific sense by alcohol from birth, and by street unwisdom in later life. Would you nurture him? Created time wasted? Why this birth? Why this world where the males seem to know what is right and let their good be evil spoken of?
Righteous rigorous and even gracious evangelicals are to be tolerated but ... but they are unbelievable. (Not to put too fine a point of faith on them.)
