Inspiration:
You are made of stars and dust. But actually, the dust is also made of stars.
Love and Death
What a luxury we enjoy, wondering what will happen after we die, even what will happen before we die. Having spent billions of years in gestation, present in all that preceded us—fully admitting the pain and difficulty involved in actually being alive, able to feel and suffer, grieve and die—we can only respond in one way: with awe and gratitude.
We see little of the road ahead or the sky above. And the dust we raise clouds our eyes, leaving only brief interludes to contemplate the stars. All we can do, every now and again, is to stop for a moment and look.
Look. Morning has broken, and we are here, you and I, breathing the air, admiring the slant sun as it refracts through these magnificent, pellucid windows and dances in motes of dust above the pews, calling us to attention, calling us homeward.
Dust to dust.
Heart to heart.
By The Rev. Dr. Forrest Church, TO READ MORE
This old boy scout notices that the compass in the picture is not set correctly. See if you can find another picture where north is set on zero. As pictured, the compass is useless. Not a good way to find anything.
But, of course, the concept is very good.
Thank you CLF for this morning message. I seek inspiration from the Daily Compass each day. Maryka
the compass symbolizes a tool for finding one’s way — just as the Daily Compass invites. If used, the comment above is correct if a bearing is desired however as not set correctly, it’s perfect for its intent. The direction one takes is left up to the user. Thanks.