It was no accident, no coincidence, that the seasons came round and round year after year. It was the Lord speaking to us all and showing us over and over again the birth, life, death, and resurrection of his only begotten Son, our Savior, Jesus Christ, our Lord. It was like a best-loved story being told day after day with each sunrise and sunset, year after year with the seasons, down through the ages since time began.
He traced her face with one finger again. 'A woman is either a wall or a door, beloved.'' She gave a bleak laugh and looked at him. '' Then I guess i'm a door a thousand mean have walked through.'' ''No. You are a wall, a stone wall, four feet thick and a hundred feet high, I can't get over you all by myself, but I keep trying.