That's what I'm walking on these last few days as Rector of St. John's--Holy Ground.
People come by to say good-bye and I just wander around the building, not aimlessly--with great intention--drinking in the holy space, wondering at the light, astonished still by the silence and the beauty and the deep down meaning of it all.
I am so blessed.
Would that all God's people would be so blessed as I am.
Would that that were true....
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- some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.
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