Maybe it’s because she’s a sucker for flowering roadside weeds, but she thinks to herself that what she just witnessed was a few seconds of life distilled into its most hopeful, most essential. At 60 mph, she just saw an 80 year-old man pulled over to the side of a country road called Texas, gathering a bouquet of Queen Anne’s lace, the mid-summer stems nearly as tall as himself. Nothing she’s seen in her brief life has ever whispered shalom quite like that–so brimming with tenderness and truth.


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