“… but instead it is the spirit …”
“…You’ll wonder …”
“… from the void …”
In the seconds prior to taking this picture in the Frederick, Maryland historic district, a cornucopia of thoughts ran through my mind. Those metaphors of baptism. The fear of swimming in – the uncertainty of our steps. Our desire to be cleansed of what would defile us and sweep us away in the proverbial currentContinue reading “Those Baptismal ruminations “
If it weren’t for the scourge of short memories and wanton impatience, we would remember that… Our faith should always be heavier than our burdens, so that which casts shadows in our path can be supplanted with the glory that is stored up for us.