We wonder in the dark on Saturdays when everything is still and somber and given into the night. But there is a light coming.
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The parking lot light, vibrant against the white sanctuary and red canna lillies.
The fields all around turned copper and rugged and sounding like the sea.
And the toddlers fisting puzzle pieces, cap-less markers, and Goldfish. All at once.
These are reflections on life at the parsonage in Zion.
Simple moments in between where we sink into the convergence of heaven and earth.
May we dwell in this together. Amen.