Dependence
Dear Eugene,
Last night I took the ferry and then hopped on a bus that I knew only the general direction it was going. I heard street name being called out one stop after another, none of them I knew, going through deep darkness, living fully at the mercy of others.
Streaks of rain rolled down the window, further marring my haze-glazed view. I saw a church and liked how it looked, even if only a fine distortion. There's a quaint street-side café that I promised myself I will visit one day (though forgot its name right away). I changed seat half-way to get a different perspective, one at a darker back corner; artificial light tends to dispel mystery.
After about an hour of persistent reminder of the stranger that I was, I finally couldn't resist and used Google map to locate myself. Maybe this time I have gone too far...
Yesterday morning a lady told me about her experience serving the poor: We learned how to depend on each others--we need to, since we have no money to depend on.
Blessed are the poor.
In my church everybody arrives in his/her own car and the thought of asking if anyone else might need a ride home is foreign to our imagination. We are too well-adjusted to be further adjusted by the Spirit.
I was reading a Christmas sermon by Rowan Williams about dependence. I think soon enough I will have shared all his Christmas sermons with you.
Yours, Alex
Last night I took the ferry and then hopped on a bus that I knew only the general direction it was going. I heard street name being called out one stop after another, none of them I knew, going through deep darkness, living fully at the mercy of others.
Streaks of rain rolled down the window, further marring my haze-glazed view. I saw a church and liked how it looked, even if only a fine distortion. There's a quaint street-side café that I promised myself I will visit one day (though forgot its name right away). I changed seat half-way to get a different perspective, one at a darker back corner; artificial light tends to dispel mystery.
After about an hour of persistent reminder of the stranger that I was, I finally couldn't resist and used Google map to locate myself. Maybe this time I have gone too far...
Yesterday morning a lady told me about her experience serving the poor: We learned how to depend on each others--we need to, since we have no money to depend on.
Blessed are the poor.
In my church everybody arrives in his/her own car and the thought of asking if anyone else might need a ride home is foreign to our imagination. We are too well-adjusted to be further adjusted by the Spirit.
I was reading a Christmas sermon by Rowan Williams about dependence. I think soon enough I will have shared all his Christmas sermons with you.
Yours, Alex
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