I’m back, and am I hungry

Work, life and callings began again on January 4th, and the delightful daily hour of reading and writing disappeared into the grist of daily servitude. I have just read the Sermon on the Mount (Matthew5-8) again, with dull eyes  and numb spirit. I feel like such poor soil for the Word to fall into, and it is time to go to work. It is perhaps time for another moral inventory and time to return home; this recurring prodigal business is really getting old, speaking metaphorically, and not physically.

What am I still missing?

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