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Arms open wide, I try to embrace them all.
Canis Major, Aries, Lepus, Orion, Columba...
All in their undimmed glory against the blackness.
And Venus and Jupiter, brightest of all.
Head tipped back, I spin; take it in.
Try to grip infinity while the earth grips me, twirls me through the universe like a daddy does his child.
And it's just me. Me and my dog.
On a 36 degree morning. At 8,000 feet.
I break into a smile.
And I whisper to myself; to Him--
No sooner has a child of the Highest yielded to transforming grace, than he is made an ambassador among men.*
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"But I have nothing."
If you have a crumb of bread, you have enough.
It doesn't say you must be a wholesale broker of baked goods.
Nor does it say that those goods must be the finest pastries.
Nor does it say that you'll need a flawless record of lifelong fidelity to be trusted with the job...
Because no sooner has a child of the Highest yielded to transforming grace, than he is made an ambassador among men.
What it does say, is that this bread, this simple fare passed down to sustain life--
It's not just bread you picked up somewhere for general distribution.
This was yours.
Your next meal.
"...Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry..."
Beautiful is this truth. A terrible beautiful.
If you have a crumb of bread to eat, (and most people do) you have enough to give away.
And if you would see men free, and full, and overflowing,
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At hill's top I turn, greet the dawn.
Embrace the empty expanse with my whole heart.
This is fullness.
*See page 2.1 of Mount of Blessings...