__________Stranger than Fiction

---FICTION is defined as the class of literature comprising works of imaginative narration, esp. in prose form.It is also, according to Rev. Chris Andrews of First Methodist (downtown BR!)a rich stream in which to explore theology. Where stories unfold out of an author’s imagination and, in very good stories,where we find ourselves or some aspect of our own quest for God or God’s quest for us. A good work of fiction can lead to a burning bush, a Damascus Road, an Emmaus encounter...you never know where a story can take you.


*Currently attempting to read: A Room with A View, by E.M.Forster, What is What by Dave Eggers and The River Why

---Here is the ending quote from the literary film "Stranger than Fiction" which manifests to a certain extent what Mr. Andrews stated above!(i adore this film!)

Novelist, Kay Eiffel:

As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be ok. Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true. And, so it was, a wristwatch saved Harold Crick.

What is LOVE?



Ahh yes, Love is a many splendored thing...all you need is Love...Love is more delightful than wine (s.o.s 1:2)...there is no fear in Love! (1 john 4:18)

I like how this man (forgive me for I forgot the author!) says it...

Love is More than a Rose

Don’t let anyone tell you that love is a rose.
Love is a weed. It grows wild. It flourishes where it is trampled; it multiplies where it is ripped from the ground. Its roots grow deeper through suffering, stronger through storms.
Don’t believe that love is a beautiful flower.
Love is a cactus. It thrives in the most barren places. It collects the precious water of the desert and willingly sheds its tough skin to offer a drink to the thirsty traveler.
Don’t look for love in the colors of nature, in the freshness of spring, or in sunrises and sunsets.
Love is the old tree that gives its wood for warmth and its fruit for food. It welcomes into its branches every bird of the sky; it shelters every animal of the woods. It gives everything it has—and keeps giving as its roots give birth to new trees that take on the God-like work of giving.
Love is the unwelcome rain that fills every creek and stream.
Love is the dark earth that nurtures every root to harvest.
Love is the seed that dies to become something greater than itself.
Don’t get carried away with romantic notions of love.
Love is as real as dirt, as generous as water, as giving as seed.

(AMEN! to that!:)

***Photos of the amazing stair-well library via apartment therapy. Photo of the amazingly beautiful and magnificent couple!! via Katherine Holly. (tis a pic of her and her fiance by...her! :)