One morning I visited a pond near my house I sat on an overturned boat thinking and watching a gentle west wind chase a layer of mist across the water rsquo s surface Wisps of fog circled and swirled Mini ldquo tornadoes rdquo rose up and then exhausted themselves Before long the sunlight cut through the clouds and the mist disappeared nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp This scene comforted me because I connected it with a verse I had just read ldquo I have swept away your offenses like a cloud your sins like [... more]