My daughter lives 45 minutes east of me. She calls me every morning around 7:15 on her way to work. This morning she said, “I’m looking at the sunrise.” It was dark at my home. I felt a shared ecstasy of holiness, a twinkling, fleeting, sliver of hope, an omniscience. Someone was assuring me His command to light was still being enforced.
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