these were my companions

sermon prep

“Is this what it’s like, I thought then, and think now: a little blood here, a chomp there, and still we live, trampling the grass? Must everything whole be nibbled? Here was a new light on the intricate texture of things in the world, the actual plot of the present moment in time after the fall: the way we the living are nibbled and nibbling—not held aloft on a cloud in the air but bumbling pitted and scarred and broken through a frayed and beautiful land.”

—from “The Horns of the Altar,” in Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

Dried apples and Annie Dillard—along with Wendell Berry, Ellen Davis, and Norman Wirzba—these were my companions as I prepared to preach on Romans 8 and the groaning of creation. They did me well. (But mostly the Spirit.)

(This post is one in a November series for NaBloPoMo, National Blog Posting Month. You can find the rest here!)


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