Thursday As often as the story seems to start with the lone figure, bleeding in the garden it really began yesterday and every day before. I forget to remember, vision narrowed in my circumstantial tunnel that He was in the beginning with God. With God. Eternally present, He entered time. Do I feel the acheContinue reading “Easter weekend”
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wonder
“The practice of paying attention is the rarest of gifts because it depends upon the harshest of disciplines. So uncommon is it for us to grasp the beauty and mystery of ordinary things that, when we finally do so, it often brings us to the verge of tears. Appalled by our own poverty, we awakeContinue reading “wonder”
how faint a whisper 