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 Age of the O Antiphons
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Since today is the first day of the great O antiphons of Advent, I happened
to look at the Wikipedia article about them, and read the following
statement i...
6 hours ago
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