by Artist Eye
Last week we suddenly acquired new “neighbors.” Once again our world has shrunk and we are concerned for individuals we will never meet. Clearing what’s left of the storm debris, we know there are places not far from here where there is nothing left but debris.
I work for Paraclete Press. We commit ourselves to sending out hope and beauty as best we can. It’s our mission— whether it’s books, or music, or video, or performing arts — we strive for excellence, not settling for just “OK.” We try to think of our work as a love letter to God. This is high flown talk, but how else do we learn the trade of neighboring unless we aim to see heaven bend down to mercy every needy one?