There are some Sundays where the sunlight through the stained glass of the church reveals more to me of the divine than do the sermons and songs. When I stepped out of the door to my house, I was greeted by the birdsong of a bright red male Cardinal from the branch of a Magnolia tree. A more gracious hymn than the “Kyrie” we would sing inside the church…
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