Sharing from Dorothy Day:
In Berkeley we lived in a house with an attic and I spent hours one rainy Sunday afternoon reading the Bible. I remember nothing that I read, just the sense of holiness in holding the book in my hands. I did not know that that the word in the book and the word in the flesh of Christ’s humanity were the same, but I felt I was holding something holy.
Make known to me your ways, Lord; teach me your paths.
Guide me by your fidelity and teach me, for you are God my Savior,
For you I await all the day long.