WEDNESDAY AFTER EPIPHANY
-from John Blase [whose Twitter profile states giving the mundane its beautiful due]
We really aren’t told much. But we are told this: There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God. This makes glad the person who is me because I’ve always preferred rivers over oceans which are too vast. With rivers you can see the other side. Rivers have banks, this mirrored security of right here but also over there. I suppose there might be a bridge in God’s city, an arch across the joyful stream. We aren’t told that though. I’d be gladder if there are a series of shallows prior to the city limits…a sheltered arrangement of rocks where men and angels can shed their burdens and nap in the afternoon warm just outside the city that, we are told, had no need of a sun.
Father Bill +