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Life is very good in the exact same since that it was when God said so at Creation. Despite all? Including all? Yes. To both.
Tonight I sat outside in the Illinois September behind my parents’ house, with a miniature cigar, two sloshes of Suntory, and Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead.
The crickets suddenly became intensely perfect, a perfect part of the perfect silence. And it got colder, and my top lip got burned by the cigar, and the cold was perfect, and the burning was perfect.
And then I got too cold, and I came inside. And perfect ended. And that was perfect too.
O God, you will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are
fixed on you; for in returning and rest we shall be saved; in
quietness and trust shall be our strength.(Isa. 26:3; 30:15; 1979 BCP)
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