Love Songs And Love Stories
Hard Texts, Homiletical Narratives, and Hearing God's Voice
preaching psalms of praise as a story
I wanted the woman, body and soul, as badly as I had ever wanted anything in all my life.
I had entered Dufficy's Irish Store on Michigan Avenue to buy a present for my daughter, Jean, a student at Stanford, who was going to Ireland for the summer.
The woman and I had exchanged a few words, a couple of quickly averted glances. I could hardly remember what she looked like when I stumbled out of the store.
Yet she was my destiny. I knew it. So, it seemed, did she.