Realizing the presence, promise, and power of the Kingdom of God.
8:18
What if, this year, spring hadn’t returned?
As I leave my Manhattan hotel, I get some free advice.
I happen to glance down at just the right time.
The wind is howling outside of my Iceland hotel room.
Colors this extravagant feed my ongoing musing about hope.
The man on the corner looks like yet another urban panhandler.
The glittering stone in a Manhattan shop window has stopped me in my tracks.
The twilight sky over Boston’s intertidal flats is glorious.
Walking jacketless on a February morning is a welcome surprise.
Now this is a challenge I can admire.
 It’s 8:18 on the back roads of Pennsylvania and I’m hunting for a tower.
 It’s 8:18 on the back roads of Pennsylvania and I’m hunting for a tower.
In the alley, the clock glows like a cat’s-eye moon.

Rubble

February 4, 2019
The familiar pile of debris is quite dramatic in the snow.

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