The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always.
“The other night I ate at a real nice family restaurant. Every table had an argument going.”
“Sometimes I am two people. Johnny is the nice one. Cash causes all the trouble. They fight.”