As I was gazing at the perfect world I’m in the center of, a phrase came to mind, “Oh what a foretaste of glory divine.” It only took me a moment to recognize it as a quote from a hymn by Fanny J Crosby called “Blessed Assurance”. You may have sung it this week or hummed the tune or even sang it out in your car as you drove across your world.
Life can be good. We can be in the midst of a bubble of Providence. That’s good. What is even better is an awareness that this is just a foretaste of glory divine. This is just the first chapter of an endless book of riveting excellence. It’s just the first chorus in the eternal version of Handel’s Messiah. It’s just a note that begins the lost cord.
One of the gimmicks of pop literature, and popular entertainment is the serial. You come to what you think is going to be the end of the book. You don’t see how the author is going to get the hero out of his conflict. And then he doesn’t. He finishes with some version of “to be continued”. Some people relish that; some hate it. Picture the author that is able to bring the episode to a glorious conclusion, and yet still be able to point out that there are more adventures to come, or if you’re into Jane Austin more romance to come.
I’m not big on poetry unless it’s been set to music that stirs my soul. Then I can take phrases like the one given to us by Crosby and let them saturate my being and cause joy to bubble up in my soul.
And it’s just a foretaste.
homo unius libri
Monday, October 13, 2025
Opus 2025-472: The Original Fanny J Pack
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