13 January 2005

It’s a beautiful night, more than deserving of a quiet stroll down the river. In reading Wendell Berry I’ve begun to dream about walks in the woods, an increasing intimacy with the land that sustains me, but have somehow avoided all but one brief walk: down the nature trail one early morning. I told myself it was too cold, and it may have been, but here God provides a night in which there are no excuses. My habits fight against me; I am much too comfortable behind a computer screen (a comfort I’m altogether uncomfortable with) or on the couch with a book (a comfortable comfort) and they beckon. They beckon me towards themselves, these well-worn paths, and away from those places where God is new for me. I must set my book down and I must leave this library. I must walk.

May God find me in Her darkened world.

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