Daily Word of Grace # 229 (April 28, 2021)
One of the towering figures of twentieth century English literature is Virginia Woolf (1882-1941), a brilliant novelist, essayist and literary critic. In her 1929 book length essay A Room of One’s Own she addresses the need for more women writers, and movingly writes this about Shakespeare’s sister Joan: “She died young—alas, she never wrote a word…Now my belief is that this poet who never wrote a word and was buried at the crossroads still lives. She lives in you and in me, and in many other women who are not here tonight, for they are washing up the dishes and putting the children to bed. But she lives; for great poets do not die; they are continuing presences; they need only the opportunity to walk among us in the flesh. This opportunity, as I think, is now coming within your power to give her.” Our Savior Jesus Christ, the Word, is also a Poet, the Poet—who was crucified and “buried at the crossroads” but was raised on the third day and indeed “still lives” as a continuing presence who walks among you and continues to write a something very special—as scripture tells us: “you are a letter of Christ…written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not the tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts” (2 Corinthians 3:3). And in every letter God writes there is always the same recurring theme: love.
Love and Prayers,
Dave