This was us, happily gorging at The Green Chile for Matt's birthday, & before Lent started.
But mostly Matt was jazzed about his hat.
And sadly, my gift could not compare.


Do not depend on the hope of results. When you are doing the sort of work you have taken on, essentially an apostolic work, you may have to face the fact that your work will be apparently worthless and even achieve no result at all, if not perhaps results opposite to what you expect. As you get used to this idea, you start more and more to concentrate not on the results but on the value, the rightness, the truth of the work itself.
–Thomas Merton, in a letter to Jim Forest dated February 21, 1966, reproduced in The Hidden Ground of Love: Letters by Thomas Merton (W. Shannon ed. 1993).
I spent grades 5-12 residing in the North End of Boise. Admittedly, that formed a bit of snobbery in me. It is a hippie-ish snobbery, I am sure there is a better term, but it is snobbery none-the-less. I always thought of Nampa as the ghetto. Funny, now, we make a life here. This Nampa sunrise reminds me of the error I make in judging. That the judgments we make eventually come back to condemn us and what a loving God that, "He causes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous."...and the snobs.
He is jealous for me
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree
Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercyWhen all of a sudden
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory
I realize just how beautiful you are
And how great your affections are for meAnd oh, how He loves us so
Oh, how He loves us
How He loves us soYeah He loves us
Oh, how He loves us
Oh, how He loves us
Oh, how He lovesWe are His portion, and He is our prize
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinkingSo Heaven meets Earth like a sloppy, wet kiss
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets
When I think about the wayHe love us
Oh, how He loves us
Oh, how He loves us
Oh, how He loves