“The present form of this world is passing away.” (1 Corinthians 7:31)
“Dust in the wind / All we are is dust in the wind.” (Kansas)
Brad Cole, our resident artist at the PERC (and raker of pine needles), was the mind behind the Celtic cross splayed on the parking lot.
Where some might have simply cleared the pine needles over into the lawn, genius struck!
Of this creation from last Thursday, he acknowledged that it would be short-lived.
Banu and I expressed our assent.
By Friday afternoon, the wind had begun to assert the inevitable.
I was reminded of the Tibetan monks who produce elaborate images in sand.
They are filled with almost every color imaginable (and maybe some beyond imagining).
Afterward, the images are subjected to a ritual sweeping, a ritual destruction—displaying the ephemeral nature of all we see.
We await “the time of universal restoration.” (Acts 3:21)
Rev. James Moore, OblSB, Moderator of Session