A storm passed through and took something visible, but not what mattered most. I’ve been sitting with what that might mean, and with the quiet work of renewal that often follows loss.

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Thoughts on a Fallen Steeple

A wind came without warning, strong enough to take a steeple clean off a church and yet restrained enough to spare everything else. When it was over, a sanctuary stood as it always had. No shattere…

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