Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                    

The trees presenting their offerings, the rumple of weeds like children hanging on the neck of the brook, the host that pours through the city are not merely here, not simply stumbled upon, I have given them to you.

This day, its delights, its troubles, your whole life, your death, this moment, are not happenstance or imposed, they are what I wear.

What you encounter in this world is not here of its own accord or for its own sake, it is how I give myself to you.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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