It speaks to the satisfactions I've found recently through intentional encounters with the unscreened world: in helping my neighbor load up his baby pigs; putting my phone in a tray as I come through the
front door so that I remember to give my kids my whole self; observing the way the Benedictine monks on the hill
near my home bow in greeting one another and the way their eyes pierce me — greeting me, the
stranger, as a guest, as Christ.
It is if you live somewhere where you can buy a reasonable house (4/5 bed detached, garden back and
front on a nice street for under # 250k)... I am in the same boat as Smuggies... and am not living in a shoe box, still living with parents or house sharing with
strangers just to live in /
near London... Take that and smoke it
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