The Writing Process
I'm pouring out post after post on 9/11 to get out of my system those things which I need to say but which don't belong in my sermon. This is done in hopes that once these things are out, I can see what is left. What I know is left right now is the stone of hope that is hewn out of the mountain of despair. Perhaps it is connected to those five smooth stones. Or perhaps it is one of them. What mountains do we hew the other four stones out of, then? Grief, hope, memory, and even joy are all the tumblers now as I polish the stones up.