Holiness shows itself when you are not watching for it.
Sunday, the Sabbath, the holiest day of seven holy days, I was in a car with several of my closest friends and my two daughters. Members of my given and chosen family. We had been to the top of the mountain to look out at three states. There, there, and there, we said. "Look at Kentucky, it's the prettiest," one of us said, laughing. "No, Virginia is," said another. "On a clear day you can see North Carolina," somebody else said, "a...
Published on August 18, 2009 14:42