practising

The ends for which we live
One lazy Sunday afternoon, my daughter Janaya, home from Columbia Bible College, was slouched on the couch with a book. “Whatcha reading?” I queried. “The Celebration of Discipline,” came her reply. “Ah, Richard Foster,” I acknowledged; “that’s all about musicians.” She looked puzzled. “No, it isn’t,” came her clear but reticent response. “I’m halfway through and there’s nothing about musicians here.”