Never a day more

There never was a more holy age than ours, and never a less.

There is no less holiness at this time—as you are reading this—than there was the day the Red Sea parted.

There is no whit less might in heaven or on earth than there was the day Jesus said "Maid, arise" to the centurion's daughter, or the day Peter walked on water.

In any instant the sacred may wipe you with its finger. In any instant the bush may flare.

In any instant you may avail yourself of the power to love your enemies;
to accept failure, slander, or the grief of loss; or to endure torture.

"Each and every day,” says the Talmud, “the Divine Voice issues from Sinai."

And each and every day the People of Mercy confront Heaven’s bidding, yet again, to follow the Cloud of Presence.

©Ken Sehested @ Annie Dillard, “For the Time Being,” slightly adapted.