There is a moment every morning that I often see. It is the moment I can see the first shadows of reality outside my window. I have two windows, one in a college dorm and one very large one at Fair Haven that I sit in front of now. Here it is the trees that I first see. What makes this meaningful is that it is the first earthly proclamation that I AM is so kind. The earth is rapidly but in humans eyes, slowly turning toward our star. The star is as joyously and creatively kind as any object in all the known and unknown cosmos. Our light. Our warmth. Our life-giver—and as sincere a testimonial witness of Christ, in God, indwelling in us by The Holy Spirit. Rapture is experienced. It is like kissing or a waterfall or fall colors or a newborn baby or sweet taste. I am an ancient scoundrel but I know kind when I experience it—He does that for me, eternally on November 10, 1986, and daily on this Thanksgiving Day, November 25, 2012 AD.
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