A cross transformed into tongues of flame; a people set on a path that would take far from home:
bare feet in the Mepkin Abbey labyrinth |
Let us remember the voice of God, which sometimes comes to us as a rushing wind, but sometimes comes as a very small breath of a chime:
Let us remember the power of a small group, the yeastiness of a passionate people:
God adds some water and sugar to the yeast, and the dough of our lives can be transformed into bread:
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