Announcement for my Dear Readers: This is the first of a series. No, I haven’t given up my other series (Early Marriage and whatever comes next). I’m just searching for a sane way of planning my blogging life. So beginning today, I’ll post regular (not daily) comments on George MacDonald’s sonnets for the month of July, as found in his Diary of an Old Soul. Read the rest of this entry »
This sonnet captured my heart last Friday. In my comments I’m imagining what George MacDonald might have heard and seen in his mind’s eye as he wrote. Read the rest of this entry »
Alas! The second half of George MacDonald’s sonnet is as tough as the first. When I first read it years ago, it sounded like 100% Bad News. Especially for me. Read the rest of this entry »
Years ago I fell in love. Not with a man, but with his writings. George MacDonald and I share at least this: He too was deeply connected to the church and struggled with depression. In addition, he was a Scottish pastor, sometimes at odds with his church. He died believing himself to be a failure. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 