This weekend, as we celebrate fathers here in Australia, I find myself looking into the eyes of a man I never had the privilege of meeting. My paternal grandfather looks back at me from an old photograph taken several months before his 60th birthday. He has kind eyes, the sort of eyes that make you…
Tag: service
Love Kneels Down
On Maundy Thursday, I find myself deeply moved by the thought that love kneels. Not proud.Not distant.Not hurried.But low enough to wash feet.Low enough to serve.Low enough to remain tender, even with suffering already gathering at the door. There is something about that image that reaches into me in a very personal way. That on…
