Sunday Serenity #61
This picture reminds me that sometimes there can be astounding beauty in an assembly of creatures gathered together to lift their voices in praise of their Creator.
Sometimes I do terribly miss the Sunday's that used to be.
Since I excommunicated myself from the assembly I was raised in, my desire to be in community again struggles with my fear of having my mind and voice smothered into submission as before. But I begin to suspect that I have enough confidence in my hard-won integrity of mind and in the habit of speaking it which this blog has helped engender, that I can trust myself to maintain it even as I willingly join hearts and hands with others in service of community.
1 tell me a story:
I know how you feel, silence is powerful, but not when you have a gag in your mouth placed by someone else.
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