Reflections in the River


You think you know everything, have seen all you need to see, have enjoyed all things… and then you sit in the middle of a river, the white current spilling out from under and over and out between your two legs. You hold a tadpole in the palm of your hand and feel its slippery skin, you let the water carry you, you dig your travel-weary toes into the cold mud. You fight the current and jump into the deep end. You let the river quiet you… and you realize you know nothing except that God is alive, and the world is crowded with Him.


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