A Thursday afternoon in August 2003. It was only, like, the hottest day EVER. I was a chaplain that summer at a hospital on Long Island; and for some reason that I can't even remember, I decided to go home to my apartment in the city a couple hours early.
I loved the reverse-commute from and to New York City, out and back into Penn Station every day. It meant coming home to my favorite place--a city full of light and life--a place that never sleeps, it never grows dim, it always burns, burns, burns, like candles and fireworks. I don't remember much about that hot day before my commute home, only that I was just ready to be back in the city. I was ready for my friends, a delicious dinner, a really cold beer, a good night's rest; I was ready for it to be Friday.
Read full transcript...The visions of the night. -- Job 4:13
The day has its visions-visions of earthly objects, the flowers, the trees, the hills and the mountains. The night also has its visions-visions of heavenly objects, the moon, the stars and countless other radiant orbs. Only at night are these celestial bodies visible to us.
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