“ I didn't know how faith felt when it grew incrementally. ”
Dinner is a cacophonous exercise of holy sanctification.
~ Jen Pollock Michel
New freedoms surface old habits. I haven't left sin behind, only discovered a new medium for my treachery. My real trouble as a writer isn't trying to mean the words that I write. It's living into the words that I mean. Nonfiction writing can feel like the high art of hypocrisy.
Desire, if it is to be trusted, is to be inspired by a holy vocabulary.
The phrases of the Lord's Prayer, are words we pray, not always because we believe them, but because we WANT to believe them.
