This is a syndicated post from The Chant Café. [Read the original article...]
“Behold, he shall never sleep nor slumber….”
Having endured my own capricious behaviors over nearly 63 years, I realize my exit from the Cafe a few years back was an annoyance to many, for which I accept responsibility but don’t necessarily apologize.
Having confessed that, I would like to know before re-engaging as a regular columnist for the Cafe, if there are subjects, protocols, methodologies that those who visit here would prefer that contributors address in order to engage connectivity?
I daily read the Cafe, and have done so since my own self-exile. The readership has been provided, by my estimation, sufficient grist (thanks, Liam) for consumption and digestion. However, if you examine the worthy content of the last two weeks’ worth of posts, there is virtually zero response from passersby. It’s like the staff and the habitues are keeping vigil looking for a rejuvination from above. Well, folks, you are the raison d’etre for this blog enterprise. Where’s the love?
Have we capitulated to sheer provocation? Okay, I can do that, if that’s what you want. I can compose an article defending ON EAGLES’ WINGS solely based upon its musicality to theological content, for which everyone’s dander will rise, guar-an-teed. But that is a “cheap trick,” really, isn’t it? (But if you respond daring me, don’t think I can’t or won’t.)
But the Cafe from its inception was meant to be a conversation haven.
Where have all the flowers gone?