They taste better than they look. No surprise there, for “What’d life be without homegrown tomatoes?”
They taste better than they look. No surprise there, for “What’d life be without homegrown tomatoes?”
There is joy in all: in the hair I brush each morning, in the Cannon towel, newly washed, that I rub my body with each morning, in the chapel of eggs I cook each morning, in the outcry from the kettle that heats my coffee each morning, in the spoon and the chair that cry “hello there, Anne” each morning, in the godhead of the table that I set my silver, plate, cup upon each morning.All this is God, right here in my pea-green house each morning and I mean, though often forget, to give thanks, to faint down by the kitchen table in a prayer of rejoicing as the holy birds at the kitchen window peck into their marriage of seeds.
So while I think of it, let me paint a thank-you on my palm for this God, this laughter of the morning, lest it go unspoken.
The Joy that isn’t shared, I’ve heard, dies young.
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There is little excuse for pretending eloquence about the meaning of the Resurrection while holding reservations about whether the event really happened. The assertion that Jesus was raised from the dead cannot at the same time be theologically true and historically false.
Andrew Christiansen, paraphrasing Carl Braaten - Covenant blog
Really lovely paintings. “Spanish Light: Sorolla in American Collections” through January 7, 2024, Meadows Museum, SMU Campus, Dallas, Texas - Joaquín Sorolla y Bastida (Spanish, 1863–1923) 🎨
(A feeling Spurs fans are not overly familiar with.)
UPDATE: 3 straight losses + major injuries and suspensions = Unhappy Spurs days. Ah, well.
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Quick now, come now to where the veil grows thin, where the border between real and more real—so real we can't bear it—shimmers like ghosts going silently into moonlit mist, to enfolding fog, a cloud of silvered saints hovering over the waters.
Given that I’d never, ever, heard the words (or name) “Ange Postecoglou” until last June, those syllables currently take up an inordinate amount of my brain space. (Come on you Spurs!) ⚽
The road goes on forever and the party never ends. – Robert Earl Keen, Jr.
Edges of tropical storm at sunset. (No filters.)


