Look what falls into my lap while poking around a file for something else today:
“I once knew this little girl,”
Father Barry was saying,
“who had to do a reading in church.
She’d memorized the Twenty-third Psalm.
And she got up,
all confidence,
and she began,
‘The Lord is my shepherd ...’
And she was stuck.
She tried again.
‘The Lord is my shepherd ...’
And she couldn’t remember another thing.
And so she just looked out
at the congregation
and said,
‘Well, that’s enough for now.’
And that, I think,
is going to have to be the way
we all approach this ...”
The words of that little excerpt from Jacquelyn Mitchard's A Theory of Relativity turn out to be just the right words for me, right here, right now.
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