Lunch

It should have been a quick lunch between college classes. But the Holy Spirit is always ready to intervene.

Springtime a la Carte (by O Henry)

Spring was taking its time to arrive in the city, and with no letter from her fiance in weeks, Sarah’s quite wilted. “In a faint, golden glow from her dandeleonine dream, she fingered the typewriter keys absently for a little while, with her mind and heart in the meadow lane with her young farmer.”

The Blue Cross (by GK Chesterton)

“Has it never struck you that a man who does next to nothing but hear men’s real sins is not likely to be wholly unaware of human evil? But, as a matter of fact, another part of my trade, too, made me sure you weren’t a priest.”
“What?” asked the thief, almost gaping.
“You attacked reason,” said Father Brown. “It’s bad theology.”

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