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Sunday, June 19, 2011

The Father

... laughs and gives birth to the Son. The Son laughs back at the Father and gives birth to the Spirit. The whole Trinity laughs and gives birth to us. --Meister Eckhart

My Lord told me a joke. And seeing Him laugh has done more for me than any scripture I will ever read. --Eckhart

8 Comments:

julie said...: Perfect. Eckhart knew.

Happy Father's Day, all you raccoons.; 6/19/2011 07:41:00 AM
Mizz E said...: AMEN. Nous we can use!

Now let's eat.; 6/19/2011 09:19:00 AM
Mizz E said...: “Our bodily food
is changed into us,
but our spiritual food
changes us into itself.”

—Meister Eckhart; 6/19/2011 09:55:00 AM
ge said...: the last minute of my 1/2 hour drive
over the 8 cursed speed-humps
from town to ranch i cried...
thinking of my older sister having to choose the coffin for our Dad
i was 12 when he died; 6/19/2011 01:21:00 PM
Joan of Argghh! said...: Happy Father's Day. Raccoon dads are best!

wv: treede. Yes, indeed.; 6/19/2011 03:41:00 PM
Joan of Argghh! said...: Just for laughs: Deepak forgets hisself.; 6/19/2011 03:53:00 PM
julie said...: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26046874@N00/galleries/72157622783185210</a>Something wonderful</a> to close out the day.; 6/19/2011 10:13:00 PM
Van said...: Kids gave me a pair of Guinness flip-flops with a bottle opener built into the strap.

No more frustration at beer o'clock.

How cool is that?; 6/20/2011 06:35:00 AM

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