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A mosaic consists of thousands of little stones. Some are blue, some are green, some are yellow, some are gold. When we bring our faces close to the mosaic, we can admire the beauty of each stone. But as we step back from it, we can see that all these little stones reveal to us a beautiful picture, telling a story none of these stones can tell by itself.

That is what our life in community is about. Each of us is like a little stone, but together we reveal the face of God to the world. Nobody can say: “I make God visible.” But others who see us together can say: “They make God visible.” Community is where humility and glory touch.

Somewhere a stranger sits on
a hillside.  Somehow a light
shines deep in the night.

The man with the purple face
has three fingers on his hand.
He looks upward, face frozen.

The buzzards have gathered.
Is he dead or alive?   A woman
raises her arms, cries out.

Is she sharing his pain?  Sometimes
it is better not to know.  Another
man sits—in prayer, perhaps.

See Miki’s painting Stranger In the Night