Early Sunday morning, my dad passed through death into the glorious presence of the Lord.
His faith became sight.
And we grieve. But not without hope.
For he is Home with our Good Shepherd and King.
Truly resting.
In peace.

Early Sunday morning, my dad passed through death into the glorious presence of the Lord.
His faith became sight.
And we grieve. But not without hope.
For he is Home with our Good Shepherd and King.
Truly resting.
In peace.

Benedict of Nursia (480-547) first formed his Rule for the abbey he served in Monte Cassino, Italy.
Last year I grew curious about what this guide contained. And one particular practice caught my attention. It meant the monks of his monasteries lived on a steady diet of Psalms.
They repeated the entire book each week.

Crowds. Criss-crossing street intersections. Train stations. Shopping malls.
In multiple directions.
Pressing up escalators. Hiking staircases. Moving ever forward into trains. Onto sidewalks. Through subways.
Crowds. In your face. Up close. Yet often silent. Solitary.
Eyes on their phones.
Looking down. Or away. Staring off into the distance.
