Grandmother's Little Books
I got this little book from my grandmother's library last Christmas. She has a lot of these. When she passed away, I asked my Mom if I can take some. This was one of the books I got (amongst others). I love the old leather binding. The typeface and her cursive script. I love old things and their meaning and I love how I remember all these things on a Sunday. I read chapter 1 again to myself. Out loud. Softly. Imagining if St. Thomas were to read this to me, how would his voice sound? Would I be changed in an instant? Would I embrace the truth he provokes me to believe? The road that stretches before the feet of a man is a challenge to his heart long before it tests the strength of his legs. Our destiny is to run to the edge of the world and beyond, off into the darkness: sure for all our blindness, secure for all our helplessness, strong for all our weakness, gaily in love for all the pressure on our hearts. In that darkness beyond the world, we can b