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 Feast and Sunday of St John Climacus
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In the Byzantine liturgy, each of the Sundays of Lent has a special
commemoration attached to it. The first Sunday is known as the Sunday of
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