Stars swim outside windows high. Like pinpoints of light on ripples of water. Through water?
He hangs up the phone. We know what it means already.
Nobody calls at 0200 for no reason. And seldom for a happy one.
Anyway, what follows prayers in the dark are these words burning like fire.
The reason I love anyway–
“Every beautiful thing you have ever been given to love has been given first for this purpose:
That when the hour of sacrifice is come, you might have something to put on the altar.”
I see in my mind’s eye the young faces of the friends to whom I gave those very words months ago; feel this resolve of mine to love turning to steel again.
“What we do, we do for Christ. Only Christ.
And for Him, we give away our everything.
Because He is everything.”