tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565601.post5083053813548669316..comments2024-02-05T20:50:25.209-05:00Comments on Quantum Theology: Crying alleluia at the edge of the desertMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12617476463347663364noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565601.post-74631976104868052962016-11-12T20:53:07.615-05:002016-11-12T20:53:07.615-05:00Always ❤️ your words.Always ❤️ your words.Sabrina Vourvouliashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08260496687186444168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565601.post-89986337611393640822016-11-12T18:06:38.302-05:002016-11-12T18:06:38.302-05:00Amen. Alleluia, amen.Amen. Alleluia, amen.Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12617476463347663364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565601.post-36784576602390008532016-11-12T16:41:41.691-05:002016-11-12T16:41:41.691-05:00So much here. So many ways in. I'm in the dese...So much here. So many ways in. I'm in the desert (of SW Texas) and hear Leonard Cohens music in every bar and restaurant. And part of me wants to tap my glass with a spoon and hush the crowds. And I'm also struck by the many quotes attributed to him about cracks letting the light in, and I know that is a riff on a poem by Rumi. And the irony of this Canadian, quoting a Muslim, in the desert surrounded by people who want that wall... and I hear your voice...and I can see a glimmer of Sophia... alleluia.Cindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05147416487171740144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565601.post-79679901382107913512014-03-03T23:36:52.765-05:002014-03-03T23:36:52.765-05:00You make a good point Wendy, and I'll admit I ...You make a good point Wendy, and I'll admit I struggled a bit saying that, too, though not raised in such a tradition. I don't want it to be automatic, like "How are you?" or even "Amen."Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12617476463347663364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565601.post-43000123697770131852014-03-03T13:58:24.118-05:002014-03-03T13:58:24.118-05:00My daughter and I played all our alleluia/halleluj...My daughter and I played all our alleluia/hallelujah songs in the car on the way to church yesterday in preparation for the "burial."<br /><br />I am struck by your penultimate paragraph. I was raised in a tradition that responded (or claimed to respond) to everything by saying "Praise the Lord," and I have struggled with that. Maybe it's time to revisit the concept.<br /><br />(I may link to you if I write about my drive to church.)Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399916226004495031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565601.post-8858546263124326982014-03-02T14:36:49.099-05:002014-03-02T14:36:49.099-05:00Oh yes, "we are created to praise the Lord&qu...Oh yes, "we are created to praise the Lord". And what a joy it is to sing praises to our Lord. I cannot imagine what it will be like to stand before the Lord - somehow I don't even think I will be able to speak for the tears of joy but our Lord will know that "alleluia" is written all over my heart. This is a very powerful reflection. Thank you.<br />Lyndahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06336536082191736636noreply@blogger.com