It’s come to this.
One of the more interesting gifts occasioned by this day.
Currently reading: Red Mars (Mars Trilogy) by Robinson, Kim Stanley 📚
Our Eve of Christmas Eve fire at the church was significant.
Somehow I didn’t know about Malcolm Guite until yesterday.
This red-shouldered hawk let me get surprisingly close.
Two Carolina wrens live somewhere along the fence line in my backyard. I see them daily, and this brings me great joy.
Our Philip
This is a nice way of putting it: Interpreters often need help, like the Ethiopian eunuch who answered Philip’s question, “Do you understand what you are reading?” by saying, “How can I, unless someone guides me?” Tradition at its best is our Philip – the Spirit’s provision of community to aid us in our reading (Kevin Vanhoozer).
Leaves in a parking lot
