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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