Now, who is a saint and who is a demon?
Tell it to the mountains // tell it out loud that the world might hear // Wax up the steep and rugged hills, journey the valleys and fountains // tell them! oh tell them now that they are near
So, are boys really a ‘special’ burden to raise? Is Life itself is a lot of work. Is parenting itself is a lot of work. Is raising girls also not a lot of work? What useful thing in this world does not require lots of work? Why just boys? Why not children?
It is not death we must pray against or fear but rather sickness. Because sickness leaves us in between standing for life and falling for death. To be sick is to battle for life against death. It means something is coming for your dreams and aspirations, something is erasing your name gradually from the living and at the same time registering your name in the books of death.
While reading this text, you don’t get the feeling of a patronising, self-absorbed preacher talking down at his congregation but of a forgiving preacher who realizes he is as vulnerable to weakness as a human as much as the reader.
