What a story of human frailty it must tell, this book. And yet it is more than the story of our sorrows. It is the story of our security.
the story of our sorrows
a meditation on snail slime
We want the wicked's actions, indeed their very lives, to be meaningless, empty, inconsequential.
away with words
Short forms of writing are natural containers for humor but also for surprising things like poems, prayers, and epigrams.
for you delighted in them
The congregation converted a barn into a chapel in Omega, a village that no longer exists. But the church still exists. And thrives.
pleasant places
Today I’m taking a long draught from this river of delight. Tomorrow shadows may fall across the lines of my life. But I will still have a beautiful inheritance
the daysman 