What a fascinating, illuminating, humbling, and awesome week it was for those
who took the time to experience the eclipse. For most of our lives, we proceed as if we are in total control: we turn on a switch – and there’s light; we push a button – and there’s sound, heat, air conditioning, even digital entertainment or facetime communication with loved ones across the world. I value and utilize all of these conveniences and more, but know they can all too easily lull me into believing that I am the crown of creation and the center of the universe. And while I don’t say this to shame any of us, advance one political perspective over another, or deny my own complicity within a culture of arro-gance: the astonishing reverence evoked by the eclipse brought to mind a timeless spiritual critique that consistently calls us to accountability.
· More than a millennia later, 19th century spiritual wisdom-keeper and warrior of the indigenous Lakota nation, Sitting Bull, lamented that: “the love of possession is like a disease with them: they take tithes from the poor and weak to support the rich who rule. They claim this Mother of ours, the Earth, for their own and fence their neighbors away. If America had been twice the size it is, there still would not have been enough for them.”
And from within our own Western intellectual tradition, the French poet, Cyrano de Bergerac, quip-ped: The insufferable arrogance of human beings to think that Nature was made solely for their benefit, as if it was conceivable that the sun had been set afire merely to ripen men's apples and head their cabbages.
Two details from eclipse continue to touch me deeply. First was an awareness of a power beyond my comprehension and control. I like the way singer-songwriter, Carrie Newcomer, put it from her home in rural Indiana:
The temperature dropped precipitously… then the wind came up dramatically blowing across the new grasses in the springtime field… colors began to glow and birds began to quiet until finally there was only the barest sliver of the sun showing. Then, in a moment, we were in full totality. What hit me immediately was that I had no reference point for the light around me. We know in our minds and bodies what morning light is, how it feels, what time of year. We know when we walk outside that it is twilight or that the sun must be slipping below the horizon. Our hearts and minds have filed away so many kinds of light and something inside us says,” Oh, this is evening in winter, or morning in summer.” But my mind and body had absolutely no reference point for this kind of light. As the cold increased and the winds came up further, we were surrounded by an im-possibly unfamiliar light as the world had dimmed beyond twilight or dawn: this was something completely rarified..
Second, for at least a short time – maybe just four minutes and 27 seconds – we were one. In the anticipation and the encounter, we were no longer antagonistic or judgmental: we were in this to-gether. I thought of St. Paul reminding us that after experiencing God’s grace in the love of Jesus: we’re no longer just male and female, rich and poor, male and female, or Christian and Jew…and I would add Republican or Democrat, capitalist or communist, gay, straight, or bi, believer or agnostic, Muslim, Buddhist, none or done: regardless of our very real differences we were united in heart, mind, body, soul, and spirit.
Seeing ALL those faces turned upward inspired by the mysterium tremendum et fascinans — the mystery of creation before which humanity both trembles and is fascinated, is simultaneously repelled and attracted – in that moment, when the wonderous power of the Creator embraced us all – our place in the cosmos was revealed and the blessing of wonder trumped both our cynicism and anxiety – at least for a moment.
· Which brings us to the third Sunday of Eastertide – our series of seven Sabbaths set aside to cultivate sacramental vision – the acquisition, cultivation, training, and trust of eyes that can see and recognize the presence of our Risen Lord within our ordinary existence.
· Starting with Easter, our gospel readings have all been about the Risen Christ returning to those he cared for after his resurrection and their inability to recognize the Lord because… they do not yet have eyes to see. Resurrection eyes and sacramental vision are not automatic: they take time, patience, practice, intentionality, doubt as well as a willingness to relinquish some control in order to see by faith and live by grace.
The Biblical story is clear: on Easter Sunday, Mary Magdalene – perhaps the most insightful of all of Jesus’ disciples – acts with tender solidarity by returning to the tomb to dress his cadaver for burial. In spite of her profound commitment, however, Magdalene is initially unable to recognize the Risen Christ and mistakes him for the gardener.
Same for the other disciples including our icon of skepticism, Doubting Thomas, and the two unnamed disciples who encounter Jesus on the road to Emmaus but only recognize him in the breaking of bread. The remaining faith community back in Jerusalem was equally bewildered when Jesus suddenly appears to them again in the Upper Room. Today’s text from St. Luke says: they were startled and frightened, thinking they’d seen a ghost. Even AFTER Jesus blesses them with peace and carefully shows them his torn flesh, the disciples experience both joy and disbelief wondering what in the world was happening. Resurrection eyes and sacramental vision, it would seem, are gifts from God’s Holy Spirit that we’re asked to receive, trust, practice, and refine.
· First, Jesus blesses us with God’s peace – shalom in Hebrew, charis in Greek meaning peace and grace – a peace that passes human understanding yet restores us to wholeness. All the post resurrection stories in the New Testa-ment are about healing and renewal rather than judgment and condemnation.
· Over the centuries we have constructed theologies built upon fear and confusion about sin, but if we keep our eyes on Jesus in his life, death, and resurrection we see a deeper truth be-yond all superstitious notions of God’s wrath. Jesus brings us peace born of grace. Period. End of story. Mic drop and all the rest. And just so that we don’t miss this truth, after teaching the disciples on the road to Emmaus about Moses and the prophets and being revealed in the breaking of bread, Jesus shows up back in Jerusalem offering peace again before immediately asking for something to eat. There’s NO condemnation here whatsoever: just tenderness and food for the journey. That’s the first insight.
The second is how Jesus closes this passage with a promise: I am sending upon you the gift my Father promised: so stay put until you are clothed in power from on high. So, we need to know what IS this promised gift of power from on high? The short answer is the inspiration of the Holy Spirit. The presence of grace in our hearts that gives us resurrection eyes and sacramental vision. Sr. Joan Chittister, a wise Benedictine nun who consistently advocates for equal rights for women in her Roman Catholic context, explains resurrection eyes like this: “In order to continue working for justice and integrity in the world – or the church – without becoming cynical necessitates the wisdom and presence of the Holy Spirit. The gift of sacramental vision is our ability to recognize the butterfly in a caterpillar, the eagle within the egg, and the saint within the sinner.” That’s why the Risen Christ teaches his disciples about Moses and the Prophets – the LONG answer:
· Torah was given to Moses with the promise that honoring the spirit of the commandments would link God’s people to the steadfast love of the Lord that endures forever. King David celebrated this in Psalm 51: Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness; create in me, O God, a clean heart that will blot out my offenses with thy ceaseless tender mercies. Part of the promised power from on high is the steadfast grace of God that never ends.
· The prophet Joel added that when God pours out the Spirit upon us we will be so bathed in grace that our sons and daughters will prophesy, our elders will dream dreams, and our youth will see visions of healing and peace. Isaiah amplified this in chapter 65 saying:
Chaos and pain can be things of the past to be forgotten. Look ahead with joy. Anticipate what I’m creating as I pour out my spirit upon you: No more sounds of weeping in the city, no more cries of anguish; No more babies dying in the cradle, or old people who don’t enjoy a full lifetime; You will build houses and move in, plant fields and eat what is grown… my people will be as long-lived as trees, my chosen ones will have satisfaction in their work… for before they call out, I’ll an-swer. Before they’ve finished speaking, I’ll have heard. The wolf and lamb will graze the same meadow, the lion and ox will eat straw from the same trough…and NO harm will take place any- where on my Holy Mountain,” says the Lord our God.
God’s promise for those who receive the gift of power from on high is the resolution of paradox – eyes to see as the Lord does – and today’s text from St. Luke offers three clues about nourishing the gift of grace within and among us. Resurrection living and seeing with sacramental vision, you see, is not JUST for Jesus but “includes a greater intimacy with the Lord our God so that we have eyes to see the sacred beyond the chaos and confusion.”
· None of us organically have resurrection eyes that can recognize the Risen Christ in our midst or see the eagle within the egg. It takes training and trust and the willingness and ability to get out of God’s way.
· Fr. Richard Rohr has been helpful to me when he says: “Practice is an essential reset but-ton that we must push many times before we can experience any genuine newness. Whether we’re aware of it or not, we are practicing all the time .When we operate by our habituated patterns, we strengthen certain neural pathways, which makes us, as the saying goes, “set in our ways.” But when we stop using old neural grooves, these pathways actually die off! Practice can literally create new responses and allow rigid ones to show themselves. It’s strange that we’ve come to understand the importance of practice in sports, in most therapies, in any successful business, and in creative endeavors, but for some reason most of us do not see the need for it in the world of spirituality. Yet it’s probably more important there than in any other area. “New wine demands fresh skins or otherwise we lose both the wine and the container.” Practices, more than anything else, create a new container for us, one that will protect the new wine we wish to take in (and strengthen the promised power from above born of the Spirit AND our receptivity.)
· For some of us the eclipse awakened us to this truth – at least for a few moments – when everything felt new and genuinely beyond our ability to control or even comprehend. Two days after the eclipse I had a more prosaic encounter with the Lord’s quiet invitation to get out of my limited vision when I rented a car in order to make a quick trip to Brooklyn. My precious grandson was going to step up from his beginner’s guitar and get a new instrument and both he as well and his momma, our daughter Jesse, wanted my help.
· Now, because my wife has some physical limitations and health issues, I didn’t feel comfort-able taking our only car 150 miles away, so I made arrangements and found myself driving a brand-new Chevy Trax to Brooklyn. Apparently, I hadn’t rented a car for a while, nor have I been the driver of a NEW vehicle since well before the pandemic lockdown. It was great – at first - but then frustrating before it eventually became humbling. You see, I couldn’t figure out how to open the trunk. When I stopped for gas, it took at least 10 minutes to find and then open the hidden little door to the gas tank. And as I sat before the massive instrumental panel that resembled something out of Star Trek, I had NO idea how to get the AC or the radio on.
The piece de resistance, however, was my slow realization that there was NO CD player in this car and I had 25 discs I was ready to listen to on the ride. It seems that contemporary folk no longer play CDs in their cars anymore – it’s all blue tooth and streaming apps – which totally confuse me. So, as I sat at a Stewart’s Convenience Store trying to figure out what the devil the owner’s manual was trying to tell me, it began to dawn on me how much of a techno-dinosaur I am: not only was I caught in my limited experience with this brave new world – I really do live a quiet, slow-pa-ed con-templative and quasi- monastic life that’s wildly out of touch with parts of the modern realm – but in that car all my beautiful musical CDs were worthless.
· I had to sit with this for a few minutes – take it all in – before bursting out in laughter at myself for being such a techno-relic. It seems that even in this all too ordinary encounter, God’s Spirit wanted me to remember that I can be all too set in my ways. That I still don’t con-sistently have eyes to see what’s going on. And that I regularly forget to practice sacramental vision, ok?
· Sometimes it’s an eclipse, other times a rental car, but I believe that the sacred comes to us over and over to help us practice seeing beyond the obvious, to show us how get out of our own way and trust a wisdom greater than ourselves. Scripture calls this the Spirit empowering us from above – and one of my mentors, the late Bard of Vermont, Frederick Buechner, adds:
I discovered that if you really keep your eye peeled and your ears open, if you really pay attention to it, even such a limited and limiting life as the one I live can open up into extraordinary vistas… that’s why I believe that there is no event so commonplace but that God is present within it, always hiddenly, always leaving you room to recognize him or not, but all the more fascinatingly because of that, all the more compellingly and hauntingly… So, please: listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell you way to the holy and hidden heart of it because in the last analysis ALL moments are key moments and life itself is grace.
· And just so that I wouldn’t miss the blessing of laughing at myself yet again and opening-up rather than shutting down, when I FINALLY figured out how to operate this newfangled radio, who was speaking in an interview but one of my favorite writers, Anne Lamott. I thought I’d stumbled onto a radio evangelist’s program at first and I usually find them too smarmy or in- complete for my taste.
· But after a moment, Anne’s wise, humble, and humorous voice said: I do not at all under-stand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us. That’s why I believe the opposite of faith is not doubt: It’s certainty and madness. You can always tell that you have created God in your own image when it turns out that he or she hates all the same people you do. That’s when I realized I had tears in my eyes – and brother Buechner taught me something about my tears, too when he wrote:
YOU NEVER KNOW what may cause them. The sight of the Atlantic Ocean can do it, or a piece of music, or a face you've never seen before. A pair of somebody's old shoes can do it. Almost any movie made before the great sadness that came over the world after the Second World War, a horse cantering across a meadow, the high school basketball team running out onto the gym floor at the start of a game. You can never be sure. But of this you can be sure. Whenever you find tears in your eyes, especially unexpected tears, it is well to pay the closest attention. They are not only telling you something about the secret of who you are, but more often than not God s speaking to you through them of the mystery of where you have come from and is summoning you to where, if your soul is to be saved, you should go to next.
The wisdom of Eastertide – the path of sacramental vision that shows us how to see beyond the obvious and discover resurrection eyes that celebrate the presence of the Risen Christ – is a par-adox. God’s gift of grace and promise of power and inspiration from above are totally free and un-earned, “yet God does not give them except to people who really want them, who choose them, and say “yes” to them. This is the fully symbiotic nature of grace. Divine Loving is so pure that it never manipulates, shames, or forces itself on anyone. Love waits to be invited and desired, and only then rushes in.”
· This next week won’t bring an eclipse, but it MIGHT bring a new car rental. Or an embrace by a loved one. Or a crocus or daffodil peeking through the detritus of winter with a hint of spring. Or who knows what.
· Your homework – your practice for the third week of Eastertide if you’re ready – is first to move through the week a bit more slowly so that you might notice what the Lord is bringing your way. And second, whenever and however it occurs, to bring a symbol of what you saw with you to worship next week and we’ll place them on a table as a thank offering to God, ok?
What Jesus said after the FIRST Easter, is what he says now: stay where you are – slow down and be awaken – as you wait for the promise of power from on high. It’s everywhere for those with eyes to see and ears to hear. And THAT, beloved, is the good news for today.
· Which brings us to the third Sunday of Eastertide – our series of seven Sabbaths set aside to cultivate sacramental vision – the acquisition, cultivation, training, and trust of eyes that can see and recognize the presence of our Risen Lord within our ordinary existence.
· Starting with Easter, our gospel readings have all been about the Risen Christ returning to those he cared for after his resurrection and their inability to recognize the Lord because… they do not yet have eyes to see. Resurrection eyes and sacramental vision are not automatic: they take time, patience, practice, intentionality, doubt as well as a willingness to relinquish some control in order to see by faith and live by grace.
The Biblical story is clear: on Easter Sunday, Mary Magdalene – perhaps the most insightful of all of Jesus’ disciples – acts with tender solidarity by returning to the tomb to dress his cadaver for burial. In spite of her profound commitment, however, Magdalene is initially unable to recognize the Risen Christ and mistakes him for the gardener.
Same for the other disciples including our icon of skepticism, Doubting Thomas, and the two unnamed disciples who encounter Jesus on the road to Emmaus but only recognize him in the breaking of bread. The remaining faith community back in Jerusalem was equally bewildered when Jesus suddenly appears to them again in the Upper Room. Today’s text from St. Luke says: they were startled and frightened, thinking they’d seen a ghost. Even AFTER Jesus blesses them with peace and carefully shows them his torn flesh, the disciples experience both joy and disbelief wondering what in the world was happening. Resurrection eyes and sacramental vision, it would seem, are gifts from God’s Holy Spirit that we’re asked to receive, trust, practice, and refine.
· First, Jesus blesses us with God’s peace – shalom in Hebrew, charis in Greek meaning peace and grace – a peace that passes human understanding yet restores us to wholeness. All the post resurrection stories in the New Testa-ment are about healing and renewal rather than judgment and condemnation.
· Over the centuries we have constructed theologies built upon fear and confusion about sin, but if we keep our eyes on Jesus in his life, death, and resurrection we see a deeper truth be-yond all superstitious notions of God’s wrath. Jesus brings us peace born of grace. Period. End of story. Mic drop and all the rest. And just so that we don’t miss this truth, after teaching the disciples on the road to Emmaus about Moses and the prophets and being revealed in the breaking of bread, Jesus shows up back in Jerusalem offering peace again before immediately asking for something to eat. There’s NO condemnation here whatsoever: just tenderness and food for the journey. That’s the first insight.
The second is how Jesus closes this passage with a promise: I am sending upon you the gift my Father promised: so stay put until you are clothed in power from on high. So, we need to know what IS this promised gift of power from on high? The short answer is the inspiration of the Holy Spirit. The presence of grace in our hearts that gives us resurrection eyes and sacramental vision. Sr. Joan Chittister, a wise Benedictine nun who consistently advocates for equal rights for women in her Roman Catholic context, explains resurrection eyes like this: “In order to continue working for justice and integrity in the world – or the church – without becoming cynical necessitates the wisdom and presence of the Holy Spirit. The gift of sacramental vision is our ability to recognize the butterfly in a caterpillar, the eagle within the egg, and the saint within the sinner.” That’s why the Risen Christ teaches his disciples about Moses and the Prophets – the LONG answer:
· Torah was given to Moses with the promise that honoring the spirit of the commandments would link God’s people to the steadfast love of the Lord that endures forever. King David celebrated this in Psalm 51: Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness; create in me, O God, a clean heart that will blot out my offenses with thy ceaseless tender mercies. Part of the promised power from on high is the steadfast grace of God that never ends.
· The prophet Joel added that when God pours out the Spirit upon us we will be so bathed in grace that our sons and daughters will prophesy, our elders will dream dreams, and our youth will see visions of healing and peace. Isaiah amplified this in chapter 65 saying:
Chaos and pain can be things of the past to be forgotten. Look ahead with joy. Anticipate what I’m creating as I pour out my spirit upon you: No more sounds of weeping in the city, no more cries of anguish; No more babies dying in the cradle, or old people who don’t enjoy a full lifetime; You will build houses and move in, plant fields and eat what is grown… my people will be as long-lived as trees, my chosen ones will have satisfaction in their work… for before they call out, I’ll an-swer. Before they’ve finished speaking, I’ll have heard. The wolf and lamb will graze the same meadow, the lion and ox will eat straw from the same trough…and NO harm will take place any- where on my Holy Mountain,” says the Lord our God.
God’s promise for those who receive the gift of power from on high is the resolution of paradox – eyes to see as the Lord does – and today’s text from St. Luke offers three clues about nourishing the gift of grace within and among us. Resurrection living and seeing with sacramental vision, you see, is not JUST for Jesus but “includes a greater intimacy with the Lord our God so that we have eyes to see the sacred beyond the chaos and confusion.”
· None of us organically have resurrection eyes that can recognize the Risen Christ in our midst or see the eagle within the egg. It takes training and trust and the willingness and ability to get out of God’s way.
· Fr. Richard Rohr has been helpful to me when he says: “Practice is an essential reset but-ton that we must push many times before we can experience any genuine newness. Whether we’re aware of it or not, we are practicing all the time .When we operate by our habituated patterns, we strengthen certain neural pathways, which makes us, as the saying goes, “set in our ways.” But when we stop using old neural grooves, these pathways actually die off! Practice can literally create new responses and allow rigid ones to show themselves. It’s strange that we’ve come to understand the importance of practice in sports, in most therapies, in any successful business, and in creative endeavors, but for some reason most of us do not see the need for it in the world of spirituality. Yet it’s probably more important there than in any other area. “New wine demands fresh skins or otherwise we lose both the wine and the container.” Practices, more than anything else, create a new container for us, one that will protect the new wine we wish to take in (and strengthen the promised power from above born of the Spirit AND our receptivity.)
· For some of us the eclipse awakened us to this truth – at least for a few moments – when everything felt new and genuinely beyond our ability to control or even comprehend. Two days after the eclipse I had a more prosaic encounter with the Lord’s quiet invitation to get out of my limited vision when I rented a car in order to make a quick trip to Brooklyn. My precious grandson was going to step up from his beginner’s guitar and get a new instrument and both he as well and his momma, our daughter Jesse, wanted my help.
· Now, because my wife has some physical limitations and health issues, I didn’t feel comfort-able taking our only car 150 miles away, so I made arrangements and found myself driving a brand-new Chevy Trax to Brooklyn. Apparently, I hadn’t rented a car for a while, nor have I been the driver of a NEW vehicle since well before the pandemic lockdown. It was great – at first - but then frustrating before it eventually became humbling. You see, I couldn’t figure out how to open the trunk. When I stopped for gas, it took at least 10 minutes to find and then open the hidden little door to the gas tank. And as I sat before the massive instrumental panel that resembled something out of Star Trek, I had NO idea how to get the AC or the radio on.
The piece de resistance, however, was my slow realization that there was NO CD player in this car and I had 25 discs I was ready to listen to on the ride. It seems that contemporary folk no longer play CDs in their cars anymore – it’s all blue tooth and streaming apps – which totally confuse me. So, as I sat at a Stewart’s Convenience Store trying to figure out what the devil the owner’s manual was trying to tell me, it began to dawn on me how much of a techno-dinosaur I am: not only was I caught in my limited experience with this brave new world – I really do live a quiet, slow-pa-ed con-templative and quasi- monastic life that’s wildly out of touch with parts of the modern realm – but in that car all my beautiful musical CDs were worthless.
· I had to sit with this for a few minutes – take it all in – before bursting out in laughter at myself for being such a techno-relic. It seems that even in this all too ordinary encounter, God’s Spirit wanted me to remember that I can be all too set in my ways. That I still don’t con-sistently have eyes to see what’s going on. And that I regularly forget to practice sacramental vision, ok?
· Sometimes it’s an eclipse, other times a rental car, but I believe that the sacred comes to us over and over to help us practice seeing beyond the obvious, to show us how get out of our own way and trust a wisdom greater than ourselves. Scripture calls this the Spirit empowering us from above – and one of my mentors, the late Bard of Vermont, Frederick Buechner, adds:
I discovered that if you really keep your eye peeled and your ears open, if you really pay attention to it, even such a limited and limiting life as the one I live can open up into extraordinary vistas… that’s why I believe that there is no event so commonplace but that God is present within it, always hiddenly, always leaving you room to recognize him or not, but all the more fascinatingly because of that, all the more compellingly and hauntingly… So, please: listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell you way to the holy and hidden heart of it because in the last analysis ALL moments are key moments and life itself is grace.
· And just so that I wouldn’t miss the blessing of laughing at myself yet again and opening-up rather than shutting down, when I FINALLY figured out how to operate this newfangled radio, who was speaking in an interview but one of my favorite writers, Anne Lamott. I thought I’d stumbled onto a radio evangelist’s program at first and I usually find them too smarmy or in- complete for my taste.
· But after a moment, Anne’s wise, humble, and humorous voice said: I do not at all under-stand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us. That’s why I believe the opposite of faith is not doubt: It’s certainty and madness. You can always tell that you have created God in your own image when it turns out that he or she hates all the same people you do. That’s when I realized I had tears in my eyes – and brother Buechner taught me something about my tears, too when he wrote:
YOU NEVER KNOW what may cause them. The sight of the Atlantic Ocean can do it, or a piece of music, or a face you've never seen before. A pair of somebody's old shoes can do it. Almost any movie made before the great sadness that came over the world after the Second World War, a horse cantering across a meadow, the high school basketball team running out onto the gym floor at the start of a game. You can never be sure. But of this you can be sure. Whenever you find tears in your eyes, especially unexpected tears, it is well to pay the closest attention. They are not only telling you something about the secret of who you are, but more often than not God s speaking to you through them of the mystery of where you have come from and is summoning you to where, if your soul is to be saved, you should go to next.
The wisdom of Eastertide – the path of sacramental vision that shows us how to see beyond the obvious and discover resurrection eyes that celebrate the presence of the Risen Christ – is a par-adox. God’s gift of grace and promise of power and inspiration from above are totally free and un-earned, “yet God does not give them except to people who really want them, who choose them, and say “yes” to them. This is the fully symbiotic nature of grace. Divine Loving is so pure that it never manipulates, shames, or forces itself on anyone. Love waits to be invited and desired, and only then rushes in.”
· This next week won’t bring an eclipse, but it MIGHT bring a new car rental. Or an embrace by a loved one. Or a crocus or daffodil peeking through the detritus of winter with a hint of spring. Or who knows what.
· Your homework – your practice for the third week of Eastertide if you’re ready – is first to move through the week a bit more slowly so that you might notice what the Lord is bringing your way. And second, whenever and however it occurs, to bring a symbol of what you saw with you to worship next week and we’ll place them on a table as a thank offering to God, ok?
What Jesus said after the FIRST Easter, is what he says now: stay where you are – slow down and be awaken – as you wait for the promise of power from on high. It’s everywhere for those with eyes to see and ears to hear. And THAT, beloved, is the good news for today.
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