Living by the Word
I cherish the vision of what could have been a great moment in American poetry. One day my American literature professor told our class about Emily Dickinson, the quiet and reclusive woman who was satisfied to live in a circumscribed world in Amherst, Massachusetts.
It's not like people in Jeremiah's day were asking God for a new covenant.
“Mom! Jesus says that rich people don’t go to heaven!” “We are not rich. Go back to bed.”