A short reflection by Brent Snyder on Christ as our life.
Transcript
I had barely begun. Lord Jesus… Then the dog nudged my hand. His water bowl was empty. I got up, filled it, and watched him drink. For a moment, I thought I had left my prayer unfinished. But what, exactly, had ended? The sentence had stopped. Our union had not. Christ was my life beside the chair, at the sink, and on the kitchen floor. I am beginning to wonder how often I have mistaken uninterrupted words for uninterrupted communion. There is room for words. There is room for quiet. And there is room for a small creature who needs a drink. When I sat down again, I could not remember what I had meant to say. I was still His.
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