We are all of us Christ on the cross,
Tiny messiahs shouldering burdens,
Dragging our feet down a dusty path.
Spit and curses fall on us like rain. 84 more words
These few ruminations were prompted by a comment from someone whom I will call ‘the correspondent’. He or she was worried that much of contemporary ‘spiritual’ practice seemed to encourage a level of self-absorption and worldly detachment that, to the correspondent, seemed little different to th… 1,014 more words