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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Thursday, July 07, 2005
    A God who takes
     
    All the glory that the Lord has made
    And the complications when I see His face
    In the morning in the window
    All the glory when He took our place
    But He took my shoulders, and He shook my face
    And He takes and He takes and He takes


    - Sufjan Stevens, Casimir Pulaski Day, from Illinoise

    A sobering day and one for solidarity and silence, not political posturing or analysis. Some Londoners may be feeling like Sufjan, here singing a song about a friend lost to cancer, a song of shaken faith. It seemed to meet my mood this evening.