The Work of Grace
Above me, Kilroy signs himself, then me, on the brow, lips and breast.
“Kyrie eleison. God, our Lord, King of ages, All-powerful and All-mighty, You Who made all and Who transforms all simply by divine will. You Who in Babylon changed into dew the flames of the seven-times hotter furnace and protected and saved…”
Jesus God, I sure hope He’s getting around to doing that now too. I'm not much fond of this furnace.
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