A quick hello to all! I couldn’t help but share these two passages that have nudged their ways into my heart.
Dorothy Sayers (about Jesus): “Perhaps it is no wonder that the women were first at the cradle and last at the cross. They had never known a man like this man. There never has been such another. A prophet and teacher who never nagged at them. Never flattered. Or coaxed. Or patronized. Who never made arch jokes about them. Never treated them as “the women, God help us,” or “the ladies, God bless them.” Who rebuked without quarrelousness and praised without condescension. Who took their questions and arguments seriously. Who never mapped out their sphere for them. Who never urged them to be feminine or jeered at them for being female. Who had no axe to grind and no uneasy male dignity to defend. Who took them as he found them and who was completely un-selfconscious. There was no act, no sermon, no parable in the whole gospel that borrows its pungency from female perversity. Nobody could possibly guess from the words and deeds of Jesus that there was anything funny about women’s nature.”
Matthew Henry: “The woman was made of a rib out of the side of Adam; not made out of his head to rule over him, nor out of his feet to be trampled upon by him, but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected, and near his heart to be beloved.”
I’m off to rest on my day off. It’s getting colder now and the tops of the mountains are smattered with white. Perhaps I’ll wrap myself in blankets, crack open a little Dietrich B., and make myself some tea. Wishing I could enjoy a cup with you all.