Sunday, February 6, 2011

publish gladder tidings

Let’s spend less time planning how to love and more time doing it. Grace does not require 450 seats lined up perfectly. If we must practice, let’s practice serving as if game day is always tomorrow. Let’s work as if love is a debt we are determined to obliterate, but too large to pay off.

What really matters? Our structures? Our careers? Our arbitrary routines?

Why do we fret about our podiums? What would be lost?

May our incidental microphone cables grow dusty and may our shovels be busy. May we print fewer books so we may publish gladder tidings.

What would we lose for One who broke all the rules for us?

May we lose our lives. But first, may we simply forget how to run our comfortable systems. Unplug us from artificial life-support.

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