It is so self-conscious, so apparently moral, simply to step aside from the gaps where the creeks and winds pour down, saying, I never merited this grace, quite rightly, and then to sulk along the rest of your days on the edge of rage. I won’t have it. The world is wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous and bitter, more extravagant and bright.
[Annie Dillard]

Liturgical

Wheat

Footwashings are awkward in church, anachronistic, strangely intimate. But footwashings outside church are much harder. As footwashers in church we can at least be proud of our humility.

Ocean

You’re on the shore of the Pacific. It’s January in Oregon. If there has ever been a time when it seemed reasonable to expect bushes to burst into flame and start talking, this is not it.

Sparks

Job says that we are born to trouble as the sparks fly upward, and sometimes I think he’s being too hopeful.

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