Photo: That’s the little Cuthbert’s Isle, just off the shore of Lindisfarne Island, England. One September night, a few years ago, when I meant to spend just a few hours of the night in prayer on Cuthbert’s Isle, I accidentally got stranded the entire night due to a very high and fast rising tide. During the night, it briefly rained a few times, was very windy, and at one point, it seemed that perhaps the entire isle would go under water. St. Cuthbert was with me, there next to the 2 foot high ruins of what once was his little chapel. And the seals in the bay came and playfully welcomed me at sunrise. A most luminal and mysterious night — holy for me.
Music: Refugee by Trace Bundy
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Lectio Divina 