There are moments when I can feel grace. Driving home after a drink with colleagues or friends while the sun is setting. Everything is more significant, new and meaningful ideas come easily, the music I listen to on the car radio becomes sublime. I’m not angry or anxious even if I think about things that would make me angry or anxious at other times. I feel blessed. It’s moments like this that I imagine would make someone more religious than me feel close to God. I don’t think He exists, but if I’m wrong about that, He must be very well intentioned towards me and not mind my lack of faith.
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[…] In the mornings and the afternoons, I walked down to the lake to get water. The first time, one of my daughters came along, but after that they all decided it was too far, so I went by myself. Approaching the lake with my plastic one-gallon jug, I could see the water’s surface reflecting mottled sunshine through a bush. Two squirrels chased each other, their claws making scratching noises on the bark. Otherwise, it was silent. That was all it took to make me feel it again. […]
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[…] wonderful and terrible things life encompasses. Like Dawkins, I have no time for revelation, yet I sometimes encounter grace. Grace doesn’t need […]
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