the world is littered with sacred objects

Today I walked a labrith.  I am thankful for the person that built this labrith, in memorial park placed in a neighborhood, for public use.  The world is littered with sacred symbols, left about to be picked up by strangers at just the right time. The Word of God has been scrolled on walls, in book margins, and left lying in wait to ensnare our hearts when we least expect it.