tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25892579.post116241706575704633..comments2015-09-01T00:29:36.131-05:00Comments on The Quaking Harlot: Love. Love. Love.Elizabeth Bathursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480478633086491762noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25892579.post-43014983648840884702007-08-19T21:42:00.000-05:002007-08-19T21:42:00.000-05:00Love, ugh. Sometimes when I am going through an es...Love, ugh. Sometimes when I am going through an especially bitter, lonely, or heartbroken period in my life it seems like every song on the radio is about love and how great it is or how much we want it ‘cause it will obviously cure life of all its ills. When this happens I like to play a game with myself to see if there is a way that the love in the song could be about love for God or God’s Love for us. There are some obvious songs that are really only about sex and/or lust (but too often are thought of as “love”) and I just don’t think I could ever find a way to apply that to love of the Divine (having God present in carnal relationships is good however). And I have to say that my favorite for dual categorization was written by Steve Goodman and John Prine: <BR/><BR/>It was that all I could do to keep from crying/Sometimes it seems so useless to remain/You are the one who always tried to change me/That is why I will always stay the same<BR/><BR/>And I will hang around as long as you will let me/I never minded standing in the rain/You don’t have to call me darling, darling/<BR/>But you never even called me by my name<BR/><BR/><BR/>It aptly sums up both my spiritual life and my love life.James Naylorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07721569562997136888noreply@blogger.com