For Lynne…

Who Lately Lives In China but Is Home in America For Just a Little While.

We joined with other pilgrims on the journey home. They came from London town, and how it warmed the heart to hear our native tongue again! An onion is an onion still no matter what you call it. A man’s a man, a tree’s a tree, and God is God, but when a Norman names them or a Dane or Roman, there’s something lost. The ear takes comfort from the sounds of home, and the outlandish speech of foreign folk makes all the world seem strange.

from Frederich Buechner’s Godric, don’t you know.

Read it, do.


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