1. Tonight’s lunar eclipse.  Of course, I would have preferred it not cloud over at the peak thirty minutes, but I got to see most of it.  I opened the window and lay on the floor and was, basically, outside.
2. The choir I happened upon at St. Paul’s.  Given a candle upon entry and the fifty or so of us held them and the choir sang mostly in Latin.  I’m so frustrated that I can’t express this, that I can’t find the words.  The incense, the candlelight, the music, it was so beautiful I nearly cried.  And for a moment, immersed in all that, submerged, it seemed impossible You don’t exisit.
3. More to the point, just this morning I was journaling, wondering why You would bother with us; what do You need us for?  And taking that as a jumping-off place for doubting the whole thing.  But Sarah was at the meeting tonight and I walked her home and she invited me up to meet some friends of hers and have dinner and it was because of that that I happened to be outside St. Paul’s at 8:05.  It was as if I were led there, and I’m grateful for it.
4. My thumbs.  They came up in this morning’s journaling, too:  do I not love my thumbs, though they are a part of me?  And if I exisit within You, if I am a figment in the mind of God, does that make You  any less personal?  Do You have to be “out there” in order to love me?  No more than I have to be separated from my thumbs to love them.  And I do.
5. The walk home with Sarah, and having been invited to meet her friends.  She’s very wealthy and has a demanding career and seems drawn to “masters of the universe” as she puts it, so I don’t think I’d be her guy (and not to wallow in self-pity:  I’d probably wouldn’t be fond of her lifestyle either), but it was nice to spend a few moments with her anyway.  

Many thanks,

Me