grace – how faint a whisper

looking behind

“You say grace before meals All right. But I say grace before the play and the opera, And grace before the concert and the pantomime, And grace before I open a book, And grace before sketching, painting, Swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing; And grace before I dip the pen in the ink.” G.K. Chesterton,Continue reading “looking behind”

a killing frost

I woke up this morning to this: I love living in a place with seasons. I love the way the cycle of nature; the death of fall and rebirth of spring; echo our death and rebirth in Christ. And I love that we can be reminded of this year after year after year. But thisContinue reading “a killing frost”