part II: forfeited grace
(so good to be back)
Some days I felt and urgent responsibility to each change of light outside the sunporch windows. Who would remember any of it, any of this our time, and the wind thrashing in the buckeye limbs outside? Somebody had to do it, somebody had to hang onto the days with teeth and fists, or the whole show had been in vain. That it was impossible never entered my reckoning, For work, for a task, I had never heard that word. -Annie Dillard
5 comments:
i went to sanctuaryworship.com, and i was all pumped to ask you where it is and i if i could go with you some time. then i got to the bottom of the page and saw that it is in rhode island. suxor for me.
hannah hannah hannah.
thanks.
j-tru: get invited for the fourth of july. it's the bomb.
i love me some bombs! i'm in.
but...how does one go about "getting invited" ?
hannah, i was looking on that site some more...
1. who is aaron mook? i'm pretty sure i know the name, but i can't figure out where from.
2. i listened to some teachings on there (and one of your readings), and i noticed an influence from mars hill and rob bell. have you heard of him? have you read his book or seen his films or heard his teachings?
You ARE my anti-drug, hannah... and I would pay a pretty penny for you
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