Gong, gong, gong, gong, gong

Clang, clang, clang, clang-i-ty clang -

   If I have not love.

Ok, I think I know what Paul had in mind in this word from yesterday (1 Cor 13), but as I was starting to "write this out" and "listening" to Henri Nouwen, it struck me that if you do not feel loved, if you are not confident that you are loved, this is perhaps how all of life feels to you.  "Gong, gong, gong....."