On Monday, my mom and I recorded a song that she once sang with her daddy.
I’ve had the tune of song in my head all week, but all I can remember of the lyrics is the first line:
God is love.
And so…all week…I’ve been singing…God is love, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh. And so forth.
In a society where actions and opinions are so polarized, love seems beyond wearing a mask for the good for humankind, and bats have returned to the attic after a few weeks’ vacation, I am thankful for the musical reminder that when everything else goes awry, God is love…and, in the end, love really is more powerful than hate.
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