Those who take offense at Paul for these words:
"But women will be saved through childbearing--if they continue in faith, love and holiness with propriety" (1 Timothy 2:15).
Fail to remember that those words are connected to these words:
"While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. . . . But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart" (Luke 2:6,7,19).
Sometimes inklings of these truths are granted us in the most unlooked-for of places.
She wore a dress with cherries on it,
Goin' somewhere where she'd be wanted.
A town this small; all they do is talk.
No wedding ring; cheap fingernail polish.
She always wished that she could go to college,
But some dreams fade: they just slip away.
She started to show a few months ago an' she had to go.
That's how she wound up.
On the backseat of a Greyhound bus,
Head on down with the windows up.
Starin' at the rest of her life.
She never thought this would be the place,
Where she would find her savin' grace,
But she fell in love; she fell in love,
On the backseat of a Greyhound Bus.
Oh, yeah, yeah
Moon was full, the stars were smilin':
God has a funny sense of timin'.
The baby came on the Interstate.
Somewhere between Jackson and Memphis,
She finally found what she had been missin':
She cried and cried, while the red lights flashed.
Sweet baby girl: she looked into the face of a mirror,
The face of a brand new world.
On the backseat of a Greyhound bus,
Heart so full that it could bust.
Starin' at the rest of her life.
She never thought this would be the place,
Where she would find her savin' grace,
But she fell in love; she fell in love,
On the backseat of a Greyhound Bus.
Sweet baby girl:
She found a brand new world.
On the backseat of a Greyhound bus,
Heart so full that it could bust.
Starin' at the rest of her life.
She never thought this would be the place,
Where she would find her savin' grace,
But she fell in love; she fell in love,
On the backseat of a Greyhound Bus.
She wore a dress with cherries on it,
Goin' somewhere where she'd be wanted.
Hey, yeah, yeah.
Sara Evans, "Backseat Of A Greyhound Bus"
(Of course, men are not excluded from these graces, though they participate in them differently.)
Posted by Clifton at August 25, 2004 02:13 PM | TrackBackWhat a great song. I have only heard it once but it stuck with me, thanks. I had no idea who sang it.
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Posted by: justin at August 25, 2004 03:45 PMA visiting priest gave the sermon at our parish on the feast of the Dormition. He mentioned this verse as well. He talked about how through childbearing and childrearing a mother is given the opportunity to live a selfless and sacrificial love for another and through this to come to know more deeply, and perhaps in a way that a man cannot fully understand, the mystery of Christ's love for us and our life in Him. This was the first truly insightful thing I had heard said about this verse. It meant a lot to my wife too. Your post is well-timed. Thanks for sharing!
Posted by: Doug at August 26, 2004 03:04 PM