Friday, August 7, 2015

The Storm

Beneath our clothes, our reputations, our pretensions,
beneath our religion or lack of it,
we are all vulnerable both to the storm without
and to the storm within,
and if ever we are to find true shelter,
it is with the recognition of our tragic nakedness
and need for true shelter that we have to start. 

--Frederick Buechner (excerpt from Telling the Truth)


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