June 18, 2026
Assisi is doing it to me again. A profound stirring, rustling, whispering–calling me to deeper intimacy with God.
The peace and love here blanket and saturate all of creation. Is this what makes the flowers bloom in such profligate splendor? Every form of life praises the One who made him. Can our praise ever be sufficient for the Creator of Creation?
Mystical indwelling is real and palpable. In “religion” I found Relationship. And to think most of my life I reviled and mocked the very thing that brought me here!