Time to worship with our lives

You can seek—and find—spiritual light wherever you are.

The Freighter, Its deck piled with wood, slid by a quarter of a mile offshore as my daughter and I were exploring the shallow caves up from the high tide mark. By the time the ship's wake reached us, we were ankle-deep in seawater, heads upside down, inspecting the underside of a boulder. Under it, furled, hung anemones perhaps an inch and a half long, some clear, some light brown. It was a shimmeringly hot July day. In the distance, I could see the splotch of yellow that was my brother's shirt. He was exploring a hump of rock that at high tide was its own island. Now, at low tide, it was part of the beach.

Sunday morning, and we were on holiday. The island we were on had neither a Christian Science church nor one of the denomination my brother attends. We had tried to hold a service down on the beach, but the restlessness and boredom of the children made us give up.

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