Monday, October 29, 2012

With Frosted Breath

I would love a chance for the people in the pews to hear the wisdom of our children. 

When we talked about the gift of sight on this frosty morning, one wise child reflected that on these mornings he knows he is really alive. So I asked "why?".

"Because I can see my life - I can see me breathing" was his response.

Imagine...the gift of sight to see our breath on an icy morning and the gift of insight to recognize God's love visibly pouring into us, and pouring out of us.

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