It Is Finished
Sitting at my desk, the piles of papers stare at me. iCal reminders pop up. Alarms on my phone go off reminding me to call someone. I have a lot of unfinished business staring at me. No, screaming at me. Then, suddenly, I hear almost audibly, “It is finished.” The authority of the statement startles me. “It is finished.” When I miss a deadline. It is finished, still. When I fail a friend. It is finished, still. When → Read more