Of Bears and Penguins

My pastor in college spoke often of building holy habits: studying scripture, worshiping, being in community with the body of Christ.

So I find myself in church on Tuesdays, down at the local Anglican fellowship.

There's the most beautiful little garden outside the chapel. The back of the chapel is a wall of floor to ceiling windows through which you can see the cross in its usual place behind the altar, and all around it the blooming beauty of summer.

There was a beautiful magnolia flower blooming beside the cross this week. The deepest, purest white. It was impossible not to think of the beauty and purity of Christ, that He makes our own.

Amazing grace.