A reflection from A Month of Sundays
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Pervasive enough to be invisible, powerful enough to disrupt, if not destroy, the shape and substance of our lives, weather is a wonder worthy of our admiration (if not, indeed, our worship). Yet the weather comes and goes so quickly our direct regard of it seldom relaxes into a steady contemplation of the lessons it may carry. The natural landscape remembers the weather’s whims, of course, but (except after the most extreme outbursts) wears them with such nonchalance we hardly notice.
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A good portion of wisdom is the knowledge that truth is never a fact but always a force; it arrives in our lives like the weather, assured and unpredictable, a resource and a danger.