18TH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST 2015 PSALM 124

I stooped next to his cot, looking down into his warm nest, watching his tiny chestgently rise and fall. We had transformed the spare bedroom into his nursery,impatiently biding our time, waiting for this very night. His second night on earth,his first in the place he would call home. O, the deep sleep of a newborn baby.Is there anything so tranquil, so serene, so perfectly blissful on all of God’s goodearth? A spotless new mind, untainted by fear and hate; eyes that have not seenviolence; ears that are strangers to the sounds of anger; a nose that is yet tosmell the decay of dreams; lips that have never twisted the truth; hands that don’tknow how to hurt. Alex was....

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