I close the bathroom linen closet. Pick up a brush to swish toilets. I don’t need more time to breathe so that I may experience more locales, possess more, accomplish more. Because wonder really could be here — for the seeing eyes.
So—more time for more what?
The face of Jesus flashes. Jesus, the God-Man with his own termination date. […] With an expiration of less than twelve hours, what does Jesus count as all most important?
‘And he took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them…’
Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts
I’ve meant to read this for ages and just haven’t gotten around to it and I can’t believe it. It’s like Annie Dillard, but more explicitly Christian* and more domestic — so far, no one has gone on any Arctic expeditions.
*though of course Dillard is Catholic now.