doubt
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Snapshot 08 February 02006
For much of the grey afternoonthe red-eyed hawk perched on the garden benchswiveling its marvelous head as I considered our need for God;this longing to have faith in the unlikely, to believein the mathematical inevitability of miracles. In the white laboratory we tryto locate, to weigh and measure — not God, but ourdesire for God.… Continue reading

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