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Saturday, August 25, 2007

As One Unknown

She lives on a slab of worn blacktop behind an urban truck stop near some train tracks. She labors to deliver to us one who is yet unknown. Come along although it is difficult to see the baby through the belly. It's even more difficult to see Him in the poverty, the grease and in the pungent smells of diesel. On the road to Emmaus we had the same problem. The road was muddy, the air filled with dust and a pungent smell of urine under the bridges saturated the air. There were many distractions and for a time we did not recognize Him. He mystified us as He walked in unknown ways. Then our eyes were opened. Broken, the bread he breaks. Ah, He comes to us broken and as one unknown. I was blind, but now I see.

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