I spent a brief time away last weekend at Old Mission San Luis Rey. The old pavers are worn and uneven, the very substance of the place minding you to watch your step. It was good to walk again those grounds, recall the many encounters there of grace and light that somehow were hovering among her arches when I arrived under a blanket of stars; everything, everything urging me to hear in her resonant silence the beckoning voice of God.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
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