It is hard for me to keep focusing on the blog when it seems as if it’s going nowhere. Literally out of the blue, I got enough confirmation to write everyday. And I vow to do so. An inmate who served almost 24 years GOOGLED my name, found the site and wrote the sweetest, dearest, note. He’s trying to care for aged parents and work and adjust to freedom. I started this post on Pentecost and didn’t finish it. Today’s gospel (8/10/14) was about Peter’s leap of faith in stepping out on the water. I’ve always loved it because I think Peter literally glimpsed the glory of God-for just a moment, just a second, it was all real. Then the fear took over (Kingdom of Heaven, p. 1). I found out-on Pentecost, the day of the indwelling of the holy spirit, that little things mean a lot and we never know in this life whether anything we ever did helped another. Jesus still holds out his hands. . .
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