I come home around two am. Lord, it's late. Are their any angels on duty at this hour? I picture Larry the Angel, asleep at his monitor.I have a tall pour of E Williams neat. Tomorrow is the Feast of Annunciation. I can feel the smallness of my faith: God became man so that man could eat fish and drink bourbon. Pathetic, yes- but not entirely untrue.
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