
Last night, I was reading in bed as my wife slept quietly beside me. The book in my hand was speaking of the Holy Spirit and of the vital need for Him in the lives of God’s people. It resonated and wrangled, leaving me silent and sighing. The moments that followed felt like something of a revelatory experience–those brief periods of slippery clarity, during which you SEE something that you’ve not seen before, but if you try to “grab it” or “search it” too deeply, it will vanish like a frightened animal in a clearing. Continue reading

Here’s a bit from Charles de Foucauld’s work, “Meditations of a Hermit”:
