like the holiest dream, there's someone calling
an angel whispers my name A sermon from Ezekiel's vision of a valley filled with bones: On my left calf I bear a scar from a muscle biopsy. But the truth is, that scar reveals more than the vestiges of some operation… I’ve always walked up on my toes ever since I was a baby. At first, my mom thought it’d go away when I became a better walker. But as I continued to grow, I kept walking that way. So my mom she mentioned it to the pediatrician. But he said I’d grow out of it once I noticed how other kids walked. He was only half right, though. Yes, I learned I walked differently, but I couldn’t do anything to stop it! I’d remember I was walking funny and make a few conscious efforts to correct it, but in a moment or two my mind would drift and I’d be on my toes again. * I mean, how often do you think about the way you walk ? So we went to specialists… And we tried a bunch of different things, but each one was as ineffectiv...