A kiss for luck.. So I tried to understand why old pop love songs made me a little blue—actually more than a little blue, why they put me in touch with my mortality as I was driving around town last week. It occurred to me that I wasn’t moved by the celebration of human love,..
A lot of folks don’t fight, because nothing excites them. Jesus could marvel at a lily, or a sparrow, or the innocence of a child. He could turn water into wine. He could weep at the death of a friend, because life was so bitterly beautiful its loss even touched Him. He could describe a..