Light rain
Rainy mornings on Sundays are the best. It is a light rain, gently massaging the earth to wakefulness, but the relative darkness makes it hard for creatures like Paul to emerge out of their sleep. But I’ve been awake since 1 am. I squeezed in a few hours of naps, but my sleep was light that I could remember my dreams and even manipulate how they’d turn out. Dreaming is watching an original film for free. A good, satisfying, and restful sleep is one of God’s great gifts and clearly one of the most underrated pleasures of life. I wonder what our dog dreams about. At 6 am, when everyone at home is awake, and Manong had just brewed a fresh batch of coffee, I play “Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus” on the piano. I’m reminded of the sorrows of the world. My mother’s uncle died yesterday due to complications of chronic obstructive pulmonary disease. He was a smoker until weeks ago; his children never fell short of warning him against the dangers of cigarettes, but he lived a full life. He was a...