Slipping on my shoes this morning I discovered a pebble, a leftover souvenir from the last time I wore these shoes a few days ago, a couple thousand miles away. Apparently, I carry around stuff from my past.
And in contemplative prayer this morning I discovered some things still lingering from a few seasons ago, and a couple thousand miles away. Apparently, I carry around stuff from my past.
Contemplative prayer, that discipline of relocating myself around the pace, and patience of Jesus, is the path that has taught me most about myself. Why is this important? Because if we don't know ourselves, we cannot lay ourselves down at the foot of the cross.