We think we are afraid of being judged, of putting something not perfect into the world, of being “less than” any of the thousand people who ever so obviously do the thing we would do better than we could ever do it.
In truth, we fear that what we most wish to give will not rescue us from our own apprehensions, our own depravities, and especially our own needs.
The trick is to remember that our gifts and what we would give—meager as they must be given the size of eternity— are not for us.
For the many typos, grammatical gaffes, and lexicographic screw-ups in these posts, I have no choice but to beg your patience. Only with a full-time staff of proofreaders could I eliminate them. For misspelling “espresso” yesterday, though, no forgiveness shall be sought nor is any mercy deserved.
May the coffee gods not deal with me too harshly when my time to decaffeinate comes.
Yes.