A couple months ago, I was listening to an audio book about St. Francis in which the author discussed how monks in medieval times would have written. Unlike me, who jots my thoughts down on anything from scraps of paper to smart notebooks, Francis would not have had access to such things. Francis' writings, like... Continue Reading →
Vessels.Filled to the brim.Cleansing for the unclean.Hope for the hopeless.All who come will be welcomedwith a just a splash.Wash away the hurt.Wash away the sin.Wash away the shame.Leave the vessels where they stand.Empty.Discarded.Used.Dry.Laughter fades.Singing turns to silence.Whispers reveal the emptinessof joy,of hope,of celebration.What good is itwhen it's all been used up?What is leftafter it's all... Continue Reading →
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