Echoes and Moments

   I think of myself as a generally tolerant person. Somewhere down the line I cultivated a moderately high sense of empathy that has always left a sensitive spot in me for the judgments, complaints, and offhanded quips that my friends offer every day. Normally this works to my advantage, because most people enjoy the empathetic friend's company far more than the complaining earpiece. This is how it works most days, and I enjoy the moral security this attitude brings towards my fellow man or woman. This is how it works most days, yes, but life as a minister to students at community college means most days are special days. Enter Hannah. Hannah is less than comely, a blush of freckles on cheeks that seem to press her eyes just too close together, but fortunately her overstated fashion sense doesn't diminish the pretty black-red hair that curls and waves as she walks. She is a performing arts major here to take a stab at the ranks of the PCPA, the closest thing to a pre...

Late have I loved thee, O Beauty so ancient and so new; late have I loved thee: for behold you were within me, and I outside; and I sought you outside and in my unlovedness fell upon those lovely  things that you had made. You were with me, and I was not with you. I was kept from you by those things, yet had they not been in you, they would not have been at all. You called and tried  to break open my deafness: and you sent forth your beams and shone upon me and chased away my blindess: you breathed your fragrance upon me, and I drew in my breath and I do now pant for you: I taste you, and now hunger and I thirst for you: you touched me, and I have burned for your peace. -Saint Augustine of Hippo Listen here for this set to music