thoughts on the sacred
the other day i hand wrote a letter to my friend matthew in combermere. i knew the words would only be read once. only for my eyes and his.
it felt like something sacred.
sacredness can not be commercialized, blogged or sold. it can’t be purchased, traded or craiglisted. it is once. forever. present. living.
sacredness is the holiness of a moment slipping through our aching hands.
i think jesus would think letter writing parties are wonderful.
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