I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope/ For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,/ For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith/ But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
[T.S. Eliot]

Today, from “Gestures Toward a Theology of Sleep,” this thought on how the absence of insomnia is Lutheran:

“4. To use what seems like it must be a well-worn metaphor: one cannot force oneself to sleep, but can only put oneself in a posture of receiving the gift of sleep. So it is with salvation. Sleep is thus a deeply Lutheran activity.”