8:18 - Fellowship of Ailbe
8:18
I feel like I’m in training.
Seeing everyone through my computer screen is getting old.
There is a surprising tree on my street.
I stand in the clearing, stunned by the destruction before me.
There has never been a more dramatic sunrise.
The black of night is hard to find.
Rain is coming and the river will rise.

Locked out

February 27, 2020
Bolting the hotel room door feels like a statement.
The sun, reflecting on the water, is like a living thing.
How can a whole society lose its moral way?
Today, my devotions send me to the toy box.
Do you every wonder how you’ll be remembered?
Miami Beach is illustrating Isaiah 2 for me.
The church is a fortress.
Wouldn’t it be great if God flagged the remarkable sights around us?