Mornings are dark when I leave for work. The US hasn’t “fallen back” yet. I watch the shoulders carefully, as deer are prone to crisscross the pavement, their crepuscular (a word I learned from a friend) habits leave them vulnerable when the natural light is low. It never occurs to me that I did not turn on my headlights. I didn’t have to. I set the knob to “automatic” a year ago and haven’t had to think about it. Some mornings, I wonder if the headlights are set to “high bea

Jesus is asking us to face our predicament with him. He knows the cliff which seems safe now will crumble and the world will fall, and so will the tightrope with the wheelbarrow. I think the question of faith is more what Jesus asked Peter as they walked together on Galilee’s shore. “Peter, do you love me more than these?” 

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