Amsterdam- On an early morning mission to find a cigarette, it’s pitch black, freezing and I don’t smoke. I am breathless.
“Yes, of course,” a frank commuter replies as he offers up a pack with just three left. Light included I walk the 500m back to my hotel room. I will watch the sun try to rise through Vondelkerk and decide.
Which moves me more? The overwhelming grace of God in nature or the backbreaking, beautiful reality of a city made by men?
We spend so much time searching for the connection that we lose at birth.
Unfortunately technology doesn’t quell the human condition, but it does help us share the feeling.
Happy birthday to my good friend Roman, caring for my friendbeast at home, under Benbulben.