This morning, the Lord sent to me a humming bird, a robin, and a woodpecker. This morning, the Lord sent to me sunshine and a pot of coffee. This morning, the Lord sent to me a podcast.
I wonder what Noah, standing in his floating barn, thought when he opened up the window and released the dove. I wonder if he chose the dove because it was his favorite, or because it was his least. Perhaps it was a win-win situation for the smelly man. If it comes back with that olive leaf, hooray, the Lord our God has not forsaken us. If it does not come back, hooray, we're free of that winged rat, as are our descendants.
I wonder as I stand next to Noah and reach my hand out the window, is that another raindrop? It's been storming 40 days. I wouldn't be surprised, and you know how Seattle's weather goes.
I remember fresh air, land, trees, and faces of those I knew before the deluge. I know my world will be completely changed once I step from this meta-historical time capsule. And this makes me afraid.
The walls of this Ark are lined with books written by men long-dead with large beards. Noah himself steps back into his, and I am left alone in my floating library. I wonder if I kept the right ones. Too much Marx? Not enough Freud? Why oh why did I not bring with me a dove? 4 more months till judgement day.
This morning, the Lord sent to me a humming bird, a robin, and a woodpecker. This morning, the Lord sent to me a dove.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit; as it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
I wonder what Noah, standing in his floating barn, thought when he opened up the window and released the dove. I wonder if he chose the dove because it was his favorite, or because it was his least. Perhaps it was a win-win situation for the smelly man. If it comes back with that olive leaf, hooray, the Lord our God has not forsaken us. If it does not come back, hooray, we're free of that winged rat, as are our descendants.
I wonder as I stand next to Noah and reach my hand out the window, is that another raindrop? It's been storming 40 days. I wouldn't be surprised, and you know how Seattle's weather goes.
I remember fresh air, land, trees, and faces of those I knew before the deluge. I know my world will be completely changed once I step from this meta-historical time capsule. And this makes me afraid.
The walls of this Ark are lined with books written by men long-dead with large beards. Noah himself steps back into his, and I am left alone in my floating library. I wonder if I kept the right ones. Too much Marx? Not enough Freud? Why oh why did I not bring with me a dove? 4 more months till judgement day.
This morning, the Lord sent to me a humming bird, a robin, and a woodpecker. This morning, the Lord sent to me a dove.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit; as it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
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