The other day, I went to the bookstore looking for some particular theology books. I didn’t find them, and later went and ordered them online, but while I was at the store in person I bought something else instead. It’s not as leftist as the others I was interested in, but… this passage is really pretty:
We are made of stardust, the scientists say — the iron in our blood, the calcium in our bones, and the chlorine in our skin forged in the furnaces of ancient stars whose explosions scattered the elements across the galaxy. From the ashes grew new stars, and around one of them, a system of planets and asteroids and moons. A cluster of dust coalesced to form the earth, and life emerged from the detritus of eight-billion-year-old-deaths.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
–Rachel Held Evans, Searching For Sunday, p. 43