Sofia Lilly Jönsson skriver så vackert om min bok att jag saknar ord.
”På väg” av Joachim Elsander – sofia lilly jönsson
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På väg – Texter 2007–2019
Här samlas Joachim Elsanders bästa texter. Han skriver fram en sorts förundrans teologi, på samma gång undervisning och undersökning, alltid med humor och kritisk blick på sin egen kyrkohistoriska resa. Boken är ett märkvärdigt möte med en människa i ärlig brottning med livet och kristen tro.
AT THE END OF THE YEAR
As this year draws to its end,
We give thanks for the gifts it brought
And how they became inlaid within
Where neither time nor tide can touch them.
Days when beloved faces shone brighter
With light from beyond themselves;
And from the granite of some secret sorrow
A stream of buried tears loosened.
We bless this year for all we learned,
For all we loved and lost
And for the quiet way it brought us
Nearer to our invisible destination.
I don't know why really, but I love an article like this one. Perhaps I find a world of Angels and Elvs more mysterious and rich than a closed universe?
The Mysterious Elves of Iceland and the World's Only Elf School | Mysterious Universe
Iceland takes its elves so seriously, it has an Elf School to teach people about them.
Mary and Eve – by Sr. Grace Remington, OCSO
My mother, my daughter, life-giving, Eve, Do not be ashamed, do not grieve. former things have passed away,
Our God has brought us to a New Day.
See, I am with Child,
Through whom all will be reconciled.
O Eve! My sister, my friend,
We will rejoice together
Life without end.
May you share in the Christmas Joy Of the angels and saints!
For My Swedish readers!
Nu är det offentligt! Jag släpper en bok med titeln "På väg". Det är mina blogtexter från Kolportören mellan 2007-2013 men också nyare texter!
Nu på Söndag 8/12 kl 13.30 blir det författarsamtal med Sofia Lilly Jönsson, journalisten Sofia Mirjamsdotter, mig och kyrkoherden i Borlänge Per Lerström, samtalet blir i Korskyrkan Borlänge.
Ni på denna plattform blir de första att se hur omslaget kommer bli!
(Typ ,detta är en tidig prototyp)
"I place on the altar of dawn:
The quiet loyalty of breath,
The tent of thought where I shelter,
Waves of desire I am shore to
And all beauty drawn to the eye.
May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shell of yesterdays,
To risk being disturbed and changed.
May I have the courage today
To live the life that I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more."
“Every night before I go to sleep
I say out loud
Three things that I’m grateful for,
All the significant, insignificant
Extraordinary, ordinary stuff of my life.
It’s a small practice and humble,
And yet, I find I sleep better
Holding what lightens and softens my life
Ever so briefly at the end of the day.”
"Transience is the force of time that makes a ghost of every experience.
There was never a dawn, regardless how beautiful or promising, that did not grow into a noontime.
There was never a noon that did not fall into afternoon.
There was never an afternoon that did not fade toward evening.
There never was a day yet that did not get buried in the graveyard of the night.
In this way transience makes a ghost out of everything that happens to us."
"For many Christians, hell is the dark family secret, the mad uncle confined overhead whom everyone knows not to mention. And yet, curiously enough, worse than calling the whole dreadful matter to mind is calling it into doubt."
"Grace cannot prevail until law is dead, until moralizing is out of the game . . . until our fatal love affair with the law is over--until, finally and for good, our lifelong certainty that someone is keeping score has run out of steam and collapsed. As long as we leave, in our dramatizations of grace, one single hope of a moral reckoning, one possible recourse to salvation by bookkeeping, our freedom-dreading hearts will clutch it to themselves.” Robert Farrar Capon