I drove by a wetland yesterday and stopped to pick some pussy willows. The furry gray catkins are the earliest harbinger of spring.What was your own harbinger of your spiritual path?
When i was 5, i knew life was a dream, but i couldn't figure out how to wake up.
When my sister was in the sandbox room at Sunday School (i.e., the nursery for pre-schoolers), she rebelled when the teacher said that people who didn't take Jesus as their savior were doomed to hell. What about all the people who never heard of Jesus? she thought. At age 4, she was already a progressive Christian.
What was your own earliest harbinger of your spiritual life?
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