#58.9, Thursday, July 18, 2024

Historical Setting, 629 C.E. The monastery, Luxeuil          My sons and I follow the procession of monks chanting the hours of late afternoon.          Psalm 62:5-7, (here chanted again, fresh with our own prayers).          For God alone my soul waits in silence, for my hope is in God.          God alone is my rockContinue reading “#58.9, Thursday, July 18, 2024”

Post #3.2, Wednesday, 12-4-2019

Historical setting: 561 C.E. Gaul          Here I am in the loft and my daughter is hiding her visage from me below harboring a curiosity or maybe a care for a Jesus story. I have stories to tell aplenty, but why would she want to hear it?          “Papa, when we were little children youContinue reading “Post #3.2, Wednesday, 12-4-2019”