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.
Durandus on the Fourth Sunday of Advent
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Of old, the Jews sounded trumpets to invite men to weddings, and to solemn
feasts, and to move their camp; wherefore, now the Lord has commanded the
prelat...
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