In the prophecy from Joel that Peter quotes on the day of Pentecost in Acts 2, God makes an incredible promise: "I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh." What if this statement is taken as the centerpiece of God's salvation of humanity and the world?
I thought I knew everything. Or at least pretty close. It took a long time to become wise, and by wise I mean to realize how much I don't actually know. And for a while it's left me feeling pretty faithless and lost.
What do we get for slowing down, for sitting peaceably at summer's end, talking of poetry? We get called an idler by the noisy set, the productive people, the bankers, the schoolmasters, the clergy, the active folk, the busy people.
Lately I've been on a kick: I'm reading books set in the 1940s and earlier. They detail the stories of the lives of their times. I've recently noticed, though, that no one ever mentions the environment. It wasn't on their radar.