Sunday, November 1, 2026

All Saints' Day

In his holy flirtation with the world,
    God occasionally drops a handkerchief.
        These handkerchiefs are called saints.

                    Frederick Buechner, Wishful thinking: a theological ABC

 

 

 

 

 

 

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