The Driver
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
ON this particular morning, W looked out the window at the dawn sky, and asked, or prayed, or anxiously hoped: “God of all things, will we all be free from hate today?” She unconsciously used the inclusive “we all” as though “God” was included as one of the subjects asking the question. Maybe because she was not sure where God is—it could just be that God was an intimate permeation of her own being—or maybe because she was becomin
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