Sabbath worship

The best day of the week. I went to church, had lunch with friends, read Hauerwas, & went on the traditional Sunday walk where we discovered a citadel from 1775 on top of which you can see the whole city. The setting sun made the sky orange, the steeples silhouettes, and the giant skyscrapers glow like candles. I stood there-- lingering, marveling, silent and praying. Looking over all of Boston, I remembered the cry of Jesus from another hill: "Jerusalem, Oh Jerusalem." The tear that ran down my cheek surprised me. I don't know if it came because of the cold wind that hit my face, or my own heart dethawing.