Do not forsake wisdom, and she will protect you;
love her, and she will watch over you.
The beginning of wisdom is this: Get wisdom.
Though it cost all you have, get understanding.
Cherish her, and she will exalt you;
embrace her, and she will honor you.
Many coming of age ceremonies are woven into the fabric of the culture. The Jewish Bat Mitzvah, the Chinese Ji Li, the Mexican Quinceañera, to name a few. Despite the variation of rites of passage, the base element is recognizing and affirming that a child is ready to become an adult, as if adulthood is the goal and the gain.
I consider my options for such a celebration for my daughters in their late adolescence – when and how might they be encouraged and equipped to cross the line into womanhood. Continue reading “A daughter’s outdooring – a vision of womanhood”
We thought womanhood important enough to celebrate.
More to come…
Husbands, go all out in your love for your wives, exactly as Christ did for the church—a love marked by giving, not getting. Christ’s love makes the church whole. His words evoke her beauty. Everything he does and says is designed to bring the best out of her, dressing her in dazzling white silk, radiant with holiness. And that is how husbands ought to love their wives. They’re really doing themselves a favor—since they’re already “one” in marriage.
Ephesians 5:25-28 (MSG)
A Royal Wedding hope and prayer.
Beauty matters, dare I say, almost as much as spirituality and justice.
N. T. Wright, Surprised by Hope
I would say beauty matters as much as.
Beauty is to the spirit what food is to the flesh. A glimpse of it in a young face, say, or an echo of it in a song fills an emptiness in you that nothing else under the sun can. Unlike food, however, it is something you never get your fill of. It leaves you always aching with longing not so much for more of the same as for whatever it is, deep within and far beyond both it and yourself, that makes it beautiful.
I had taken a brief hiatus posting beauty quotes as we were hit with the difficult task of moving Mom into a nursing home this past Monday. She is only 67, but she has Lewy Body Dementia and it is progressing rapidly. I know that there is much to say, much to be written, about this journey we’re on with Mom. I believe that there is beauty buried in this gut-wrenching living grief, but I haven’t landed there yet. What I do know is that my Mom is a beauty and it radiates from her even with this terrible illness. One day at the nursing home and she is trying to help the other residents (though they can’t understand each other), over-thanking the nurses, and considering how she might make her very sterile room a little more inviting.
But this aching with longing that Buechner uses to describe the effect of beauty? Sounds a lot like grief to me.
If you look for beauty in others (not always easy to see), you will invariably treat them with dignity and respect. The path of beauty always draws close to and elevates others.
If you look for ugliness in others (easy to see, even easier to imagine), you will invariably treat them as less than human. The path of ugliness always excludes and destroys others.
Pick your path.
Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
This figurative notion points to something literal. It is worth sitting with.
Beauty is one of those rare things that does not lead to doubt of God.
A signpost for the beauty seeker.
Christianity as the ongoing expression of the Jesus story lived out in the lives of individuals and in the heart of society is a beauty that can redeem the world.
I believe in this wholeheartedly.