Labor of Love
by Andrew Peterson

It was not a silent night
There was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry
In the alleyways that night
On the streets of David’s town

And the stable was not clean
And the cobblestones were cold
And little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
Had no mother’s hand to hold

It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the dark
With every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love

Noble Joseph at her side
Callused hands and weary eyes
There were no midwives to be found
In the streets of David’s town
In the middle of the night

So he held her and he prayed
Shafts of moonlight on his face
But the baby in her womb
He was the maker of the moon
He was the Author of the faith
That could make the mountains move

It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the dark
With every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love
For little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
It was a labor of love

"Ed and Adrienne" by Melanie Ho (http://vimeo.com/71389626#)

Beautiful! 

Two years in the making (long story), it’s finally out and my joy in somewhat indescribable!

 

"We are happy to announce that Peace Be Still, the CD we recorded in Rwanda two years ago, is finally ready for release!

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Long Time No See, Tumblrverse

So I just finished another journal and read the note I wrote to myself the day I started it - 2 years ago, nearly to the day - to read upon completion of the book.

I’ve just been marvelling at where I’ve come (or, rather, been brought) since then and also at the damn near perfectly timed point in my life on which I am ending this section of my record of my journey (y’know, it’s almost as if there is some kind of composer or author involved in the unfolding of this story huh?).

But it is now time for bed.

And then the sun will rise and life will continue and I will have to go and search for a new bound chunk of paper on which to continue to record the ups and downs, highs and lows, laughter and tears and everything in between that make up the topography of life lived.

I don’t ask that it be painless, only that it be a life punctuated by a repeated YES to God’s unending love in my life - whatever that looks like. I know that if I want to say yes to love and yes to God it’s not all going to be a happy-clappy fun-in-the-sun affair.

But there will be joy, even every time love means giving up my rights or desires, because He’s promised to always be there no matter what. And there will be peace even when everything is absolutely going great and even when everything is going to shit. I know it’s worth it.

Somehow, it really truly is.

A few (not well cropped) panoramas from this semester, in order of appearance:

  1. The Pier amidst hail and rain
  2. The Town from atop St Rule’s Tower
  3. The Pier through sunglasses
  4. The May Dip at dawn
  5. West Sands at sunset
Faith, wherever it develops into hope, causes not rest but unrest, not patience but impatience. It does not calm the unquiet heart, but is itself this unquiet heart in man. Those who hope in Christ can no longer put up with reality as it is, but begin to suffer under it, to contradict it. Peace with God means conflict with the world, for the goad of the promised future stabs inexorably into the flesh of every unfulfilled present.
Jürgen Moltmann, Theology of Hope