Crayons to Oils
This blogger's visit to The Cloisters brought back vivid memories. I'd visited there seven years ago this month and recall enjoying the tranquility and the sense of history.
I went back to my trip log and found it didn't stand up well. The writing was trite and unremarkable even though at the time it sung. But that doesn't negate the "joie of words" experienced at that time and nor does it negate the current joy of words as blogged here, even if they not age well.
Writing doesn't much matter but it reminded me how we as a church have progressed doctrinally, developing into a great oak from a small acorn. The joy Israel took in her books of Moses was no less joyful for its "looking through the glass darkly" and incompleteness.
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