explorations of friendship, family, and the extraordinary ordinariness of the theological life
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Who can doubt the given, the first, the only good? Who can doubt that the stand of bushes, hidden, though they do not need to, though no one is looking, are pushing out their blossoms and fruits, thrilled in mid air, cheered in the sun, simply happy to be doing the good given them to do? Under the leaves, deep in the choking weeds, the berries come. No one can see them. No one can pick them. Yet they come, every year sweetening the universe.