Mandate for Thursday

This is not a night to be betraying the ChristTo wander off into wide ways of destructionin search of something more worldly,more conservative, more silveredwith human approvalthan deep prayers in a dim garden.

This is not a night to be denying our discipleshipTo warm our little ambitionsby the relative fires of local misconceptionsabout what is absolutely essential to life.

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