I live in an apartment building on the fourth floor, so washing the windows is a big deal. It’s not possible to safely wash them myself so I’m dependent on the building manager to hire a crew.  They’re here today.  This is only the second time the windows have been cleaned in the eight years I’ve lived in the apartment.

Window washing feels like a spiritual metaphor to me.  Like habits of thinking or unexamined opinions, the dirt builds up gradually.  From day to day the difference isn’t noticeable, but after several years our windows have gotten pretty bad.  We think we’re seeing a distant view but really we’re just seeing our own dirt.

We can wash our own windows by asking, “why do I think that?”   “Is that actually true?”  “That’s not the response I hoped for, is there another way to do this?”  But sometimes, for those hard to reach fourth floor windows, we need someone else to help us grow into a new way of seeing.

That’s where the Fellowship comes in.  Let us help you wash your windows.  Together we will let the light in.  You’ll like what you see.