The moral life begins not in our remembrance of God, but in God’s remembrance of us.
The Body in Pain, Memory Undone
Recently, I’ve had more than one acquaintance touched by rare forms of cancer, the kinds which are slow and grueling, the kinds of which steal senses before they take lives. The suffering of the old, and of myself as I slowly move into the…
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