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.
Video of Medieval Vespers of Easter in Paris
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As I described in an article last year, Vespers of Easter Sunday and the
days within the octave was celebrated in the Middle Ages according to a
special fo...
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