August 4, 2002
August 4, 2002
We
come together for silent worship. But
it’s never really silent. A sneeze
there, a snore here, a lawn mower across the cove, the birds singing all around
us. Life produces many, many things on
which we could focus. If outside the
Meetinghouse was a crowd of people shouting abuse at us for our beliefs, would
we be able to sit here and focus on that of God in them, and in ourselves?
