Sunday sermon preview: The fear that I’m really just winging it and everyone else knows I’m just winging it is just part of being an adult.
Power does not like prophecy.
Imagine what those people in that terrible city would do to a little girl… standing in a field… plucking petals from a daisy.
It is the time of year when—if we’re a little less rational and a little more sensible—we notice that the curtain between life and death is… thin. When we notice that we are haunted.
I’ve never complained. I’ve never asked for a house. I’ve never asked for a temple.
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