My husband works downstairs in his study, writing his sermon for tomorrow, the difference or is it the connection between divinity and humanness. He shares little. Perhaps a title, a scripture and sometimes a general subject. I want surprise on Sunday morning. I want revelation and discovery as he slowly unwinds, reveals what has occured to him during the week that he hasn’t spoken of. He covers kindness and humility, generosity, our own particular brokeness and how it relates to an open heart. We only returned from New York City a few days ago where our experiences varied greatly from place to place: art exhibt on body in balance, a poetry reading, a gathering of writer friends, Ground Zero, drinks on a roof top, pilgrimage to a mega camera shop where staff greet customers with “welcome home,” great food. And now we are back home. A kitchen with light. Living…
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