The kingdom of heaven is like a great magnet that passed over and attracted all kinds of things to itself: big, small; raw, refined; lovely, marred. As these things clung to the magnet, something in them changed alignment, and now - almost miraculously you might say - they pass over things which are pulled to that same power now coursing through them.

Psalm 63:6, “On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night.”