Friday, August 18, 2017

...too old.

I'm too old to be afraid. I'm not too old to love my neighbors, or open my door to a traveler, or cook a meal for a fellow pilgrim. I'm not too old, either, to look evil in the face and tell him what I see.

Sooner or later, we all get called home again, and whoever we've been serving here will be waiting to take us back, to bless or to devour. Whatever our souls have been feeding on day by day, will consume us in the end, whether it be greed or generosity, cruelty or kindness, love or hate.

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