I strive to have an outside pulpit one day.
Immersion in the lake feels like like a baptism after a long, full-heart day; the freshwater soothes salty eyes. And here, too, I find grace.
The old Cook County Hospital. What an impressive building.
This is pretty ok.
Bean // drop of mercury // cloud gate
Be present, Spirit of God, within us, your dwelling place and home, that this starless night will be penetrated by your light, all troubles calmed by your presence, all evil redeemed by your love, all pain transformed by your grace, and all dying glorified in your risen life. Amen.
Music in the park. (This city might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.)
It even feels like home.