Visiting a monastic city in Ireland, I couldn’t help but think about the Scribes, responsible and committed to copying the Scriptures. Hours after hour, day after day. At the end of their lives, their bodies couldn’t help but reflect their life’s work being hunched over and writing for countless hours.
At the end of our lives, we may not look hunched over as a scribe from our trade, but we will reflect what we were committed to through our life.
Amplifying Specks of Life 