Faith without dirty hands is meaningless.
Dig just a little and feel the creed of life,
buried in the sand.
Rub it between your fingers,
play with it some,
smell its sweet rawness.
There's life there,
for sure.
Burrow down.
Persevere till you find the roots.
Harvest the bounty, it's there for a reason.
Fear not,
water will wash your hands clean.
The Bells of Easter, Part 1: The Golden Bells of the High Priest - Guest
Article by Robert Keim
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Onec again, we are grateful to Mr Robert Keim for sharing some of his
writing with us, this time in a two part article on the subject of the
liturgical use...
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