I was riding into work one day, trailing two cyclists pushing hard ahead. As I cleared the bus station, a man hailed me from the curb.
"Bitch--in front you got passing you two white people!"
I rolled my eyes, kept pumping.
Soon after, I received a divine report re
gorgeous fate in common--anger,
faithlessness, addiction to strife.
These qualities delight and beleaguer us, and make our trials for God a shared enterprise in the Edenic Garden. Bus Station Man and I travel a similar road.
End of message. Biked on to work.
Stay the path, photo fans. Keep rolling.