conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

happy sunday

I'm not sure I can call it a sermon...not really. Heh. So, I'll spruce it up a bit. Preach it and see what happens. In the mean, here is a quotation for you...

Teilhard de Chardin says, "By means of all created things, without exception, the divine assails us, penetrates us and moulds us. We imagined it as distant and inaccessible, whereas in fact we live steeped in its burning layers. In eo vivimus. As Jacob said, awakening from his dream, the world, this palpable world, which we were wont to treat with the boredom and disrespect with which we habitually regard places with no sacred association for us, is in truth a holy place, and we did not know it. "

We still don't have power. And I still need to sleep.

Posted by tripp at August 26, 2007 09:11 AM