It's 10:25 and the bells ring twice at the church down the street. The whirligig wind-mobile on the porch next door is gyrating at an irregular meter. All the trees are bare. It is my roommate's birthday. We celebrate the demise of our alarm clocks with house-church this morning.
The unforeseen theme woven through words spoken and sung and read--a matter of life and of death. Numbering our days that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. Christ's Last Supper and our own. Sharing meals together. Sharing life. Breakfast, lunch, cake.
The unforeseen theme woven through words spoken and sung and read--a matter of life and of death. Numbering our days that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. Christ's Last Supper and our own. Sharing meals together. Sharing life. Breakfast, lunch, cake.
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