Sunday solitude with a full moon…but it’s hard to tell while bright sunshine streaks snow. It is a mere 14 degrees and this winter confuses. Wind days and power outages and the threat of a looming Nor’easter…and recently we watched the infant heads of croci stretching up.
It is as if God lazily moves pieces around, observing ebb and flow. But that is bad theology. Rather, we spin like maddened wind up toys in the palm of his hand.
He waits for us to settle…
690 Saint Paul 