. . . is kind of a love/hate relationship. I hate having to try and condense what I’ve been up to and what I think the Church is up for into a page or two. And I know that no matter how often I review my calendar over the past year I’m going to leave something worthy of remembering or reflecting on out of what I write. But I also get to go over the spiritual geography of the past year, look at pictures, re-live highlights.
Like being close to the Bentwood Box that “contained” the stories from the hearings of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission. An ark to carry the past and a lasting symbol of hope. One of the best memorials I have ever been silenced by.