I have been out in parishes morning, afternoon and evening every day for the last couple of weeks and love it. But I was driving home slowly this evening from licensing a new priest in a Surrey parish and was feeling reflective. I had a Bruce Cockburn CD on and the haunting Bone in my ear filled the space while I drove:
There’s a bone in my ear
Keeps singing your name
Sometimes it’s like pleasure
Sometimes it’s like pain
It’s a small voice and quiet
But I hear it plain
There’s a bone in my ear
Keeps singing your name

God is our happiness. God is our torment. God is the wide space of our hope.
July 18, 2009 at 10:07 pm
Reading Moltmann’s ‘Crucified God’ at present. I suspect that you’ve just summed it up!
“God is our happiness. God is our torment. God is the wide space of our hope.”
‘+,+,+. Amen.’
July 22, 2009 at 2:22 pm
This reminds me that one of the names given to Allah in the Qur’an is ‘ Bonesetter’ … which I have spent a long time pondering. Its a rich image , and a very honest one I think. Too often we ignore the fact that love, growth and healing,will involve stretching and pain.