When the sun breaches the eastern horizon in the morning, a window of light appears on the western wall of our little chapel. At its first faint appearance, details formed by the umbrage of tree branches are sharp and defined. As the apparition grows brighter, the clearly marked contrasts and divisions of shadow become absorbed into a full and encompassing illumination. And so it is with my soul in the Presence of what is sacred; of what is eternal, and all that is love.
"The Ruined" are those countless ones throughout the ages who have encountered the presence of the living God to such an extent that they are "ruined" for the things of this world. They can never return for any extended time to what was formerly known as "normal life." They are burned with a vision of the beauty of God in the face of Christ--and they seek this in everyone and everything they meet.