So, yesterday, I was right, smack-dab in the heart of the city, walking down the street with Henry when I looked up and saw a deer coming toward us. She was running across the lawn in front of an apartment building. She slowed. She hesitated; and then she came down to the sidewalk and strolled right past us. Henry was silent and so was I.
This is how it is with the miraculous.
You stand, disbelieving, and watch it approach. You see its hooves, its ribs. You sense the beating of its heart. You feel your own heart beating inside of you, pulsing with wonder, saying: this, this, this.
And suddenly, impossibly, you believe.

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