I was told that if I walked down the road in front of their house and took right at each intersection of country roads, I could make a circuit of 2.7 miles. Because the dog that insisted on traveling with me got stuck at one point, afraid of a tiny yip dog reminding passersby of where he lived, I'm fairly sure I got in a full three miles. The soreness in my hips and lower back tell me I may need new shoes after a week of perambulating some of the inclines along this route.
amidst a pile of discarded beer cans
both were too soon fallen
to have lost their color
but what I want to know
is what creature
crawls among them.
The night before, my brother and I talked about sin and pollution. Polution isn't sin, but really a picture of the effects of sin. Not sin as action, but as being. James wrote, "Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to visit orphans and widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unstained from the world.” The word "polluted" could easily stand in for "unstained" (and is in at least one translation I know of). We are also told by John, "