The Altar
It is humble. The crowded coffee table is at my right, a stack of laundry baskets boiling over with clean cloths is at my left, and my writing chair is just behind me. Sometimes the dog creeps into it and I have to shoo her away before I write. Nonetheless, in the quiet darkness of the early morning, after I study God’s word but before I open my computer to write, I kneel.
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