This hay-wire world is doing it's best to push us to our limits.Even the weather, from mid-summer on, has not co-operated; rain, clouds, then more rain.
Rome is darkness, as the fish rots from the head down, but there is much grace in this, for those who see.
For me, right now, all I want to do is stack wood. Allow me, Lord, the time for good manual labor, for I am a Franciscan who cannot do without.
Work and pray, pray and work.
