The joy of presiding at the Table. I hope I never take it for granted. It’s especially touching to look out on these people I’ve grown to love and watch them take communion, praying that God would fill them.
A cool breeze, good friends around me, a delicious hotdog and the sound of a bat hitting a ball, resulting in uproarious cheering: enough said.
A single comet shooting across the early morning sky like a brief but powerful glimpse of the beyond.