We have a new associate pastor.
He seems a teenager, to these old eyes, but he’s OK, though he needs to spend some time working on his self confidence.
Sunday, he spoke of waking in the night to go to the bathroom, and how it was like the Catholic vision of Purgatory. The idea that you reach around the doorframe and turn on the light so you can slowly let your eyes become accustomed to the brightness. That purgatory was that time when we allowed our eyes, clouded with the sleep of sin, to gradually become capable of standing in G-d’s light.
A pretty good metaphor, actually. I hope he develops into the kind of guy who has that sort of inspiration all the time.
