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Amos has some concerns.

We’ve paid too little. The winds have died down
as we had begged for;            our sore knee is be-
having nicely; it will not throb.              Atone-
ment, seemingly endless, has passed.       Are we

being lambed, through winter, for an irre-
levant price?          One bleat, over a hundred;

Injustice comes with so many alibis and aliases.
 

Jesus has a zeal against the human willingness to turn wealth into an idol.

Maybe the lepers know that Jesus likes being in the borderland.

Old Abram at the oaks of Mamre
squints into the noonday sun
and bids the travelers welcome.
Bread and a tender calf, and then
the promise of the impossible,
Sarah laughing in the kitchen.

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After the baskets of bread crumbs
and fish bones, after the wounds
and the burial, the intimate supper
at Emmaus, his hands glowing

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It's complicated to lose things.

 Have you noticed God’s preference for small things?

Surely he didn't mean I have to give up my books.

Conversion narratives raise a question: Why does it take so much to get there?