The bell had rung this morning at 5:15 a.m. I was sitting in my seat in the church waiting in silence for Vigils to begin at 5:30 a.m. I looked to my right and saw a little toad hopping along next to the wall.
Once we started singing, the little toad kept hopping parallel to the wall, but it kept brushing against the wall. It turned the corner as soon as it could. I think we were deafening its little ears with our singing.
A thunderous offering of praise met its little ears. Would that there was always roaring praise coming from us to the glory of God. Then we would be what God made us to be, just like that toad is without trying.
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