Yesterday, on foot, on my way to pick up our Jeep from the auto mechanic, I stopped by the hospital to pee (I had to go bad). Afterward, I walked over to the designated nondenominational worship area and offered a few prayers to the pantheon. Know what the cross means to me? It means the mythic crossroads, where the temporal meets the eternal, and the seen the unseen. Later on, I built a fire in our backyard and my small family sat by it. And we warmed ourselves and I thought, "World's my church." Yup, and that is all.
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