[VowJoyday]

By Nikos Kazantzakis... This clip has often moved me. Needed to talk about it, and observe how others respond to it: "When the leaders had died, a, barefooted and starving, arrived and sat on the throne. 'God,' he whispered. 'The eyes of man can't bear to appear straight in the sun, for they're blinded. How then, Omnipotent, may they look straight at you? Have shame, Lord; temper your power, ignore your elegance to ensure that I, who am weak and afflicted, could see you'! Then -- listen, old man! -- God became a bit of bread, a pot of cool water, a comfortable tunic, a hut, and before the hut, a lady giving suck to a baby. 'Thank you, Lord,' he whispered. 'You humbled your self for my benefit. You turned a comfortable tunic, water, bread, and my spouse and child to ensure that I might see you. And I did see you. I bend down and worship the one you love many-faced face!'" It might also interest some this was used as a sort of preface to Jonathan Kirsch's guide, The Harlot by the Side of the Road: Forbidden Tales of the Bible. Both books I recommend. Peace for you and yours.