The God of love is in that rolling thunder pouring from a Hammond B-3 electric organ, providing the heart-stopping link that holds together so much luminous black gospel music. The God of love is in the perfume of clouds of incense at the Orthodox midnight Easter service as we shout "Christ is risen!" The God of love is in those first imperishable notes on Miles Davis's album Kind of Blue. The God of love is in the tender way (my granddaughter) Lucy lays her check on mine and we cling to each other for dear life as this speck of a spaceship we call Earth hurtles into the vast unknown.
Patience With God, p. 157
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