I sat on the deck in the sun,
the other day,
with my hymnbook and my coffee,
and tried to contemplate God,
(as I am reading a Roman Catholic book
on prayer and catechists.)
Across the back some men
were already (!)
making a racket with power tools,
and I thoughts about the fact that I was trying to
get myself going to do my morning
physical exercise, which I am always loath to do.
And I thought that this work the men were completing,
was just as pleasing to God as my contemplation,
and so would my morning physical exercise be,
to keep this old body from rusting completely.
So I went and sat down at the computer
to write this down,
--but now I will go exercise.
High Priestly Prayer
18 hours ago