The spirituality of imperfection is such a place.

Time before time, when the world was young, two brothers shared a field and a mill.  Each night they divided evenly the grain they had ground together during the day.  Now as it happened, one of the brothers lived alone; the other had a wife and a large family.  One day, the single brother thought to himself: "It isn't really fair that we divide the grain evenly.  I have only myself to care for, but my brother has children to feed."  So each night he secretly took some of his grain to his brother's granary to see that he was never without.

But the married brother said to himself one day, "It isn't really fair that we divide the grain evenly, because I have children to provide for me in my old age, but my brother has no one.  What will he do when he is old?"  So every night he secretly took some of his grain to his brother's granary.  As a result, both of them always found their supply of grain mysteriously replenished each morning.

Then one night the brothers met each other halfway between their two houses, suddenly realized what has been happening, and embraced each other in love.  The story is that God witnessed their meeting and proclaimed, "This is a holy place--a place of love--and here it is that my temple shall be built."  And so it was. The holy place, where God is made known, is the place where human beings discover each other in love.



Need I say how great the book I'm reading right now is?
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To quote Bill Wilson, "We must find some spiritual basis for living, else we die."

Hope your Monday was full of that space where love is found, where you are wholly safe and cared for.