The ancient Celts had a term for a space where Heaven and earth almost touch. They called such a space a "thin place." As the Celtic saying goes, "Heaven and earth are only three feet apart, but in thin places that distance is even shorter." As I have become more aware of the presence of… Continue reading Thin Places
The Cost of Freedom
When I was a teenager, I was active in a youth community in the Episcopal church called Happening. We held spiritual retreats for high school kids twice a year, where a ragtag band of us freewheeling teenagers, dressed in our finest flea market attire, would shower each other with Pixy Stix dust and hugs, would… Continue reading The Cost of Freedom
What was lost now is found; what was dead has begun to live.
Late last week, Ashley and I drove to Auburn to pick up our gently used pop-up camper (translation: temporary housing). After hitching the camper up, we decided to get some dinner. Well, what restaurant in Auburn has a parking lot large enough to accommodate a truck with a camper in tow? Only one I could… Continue reading What was lost now is found; what was dead has begun to live.
Leaving home. And finding it.
As our process of formal discernment transitions to formation for ministry, Ashley and I recognize that a chapter in our family's life is closing. Ashley is winding down her first year teaching, as I am winding down my law practice. The kids are closing out their school years, and Bubba is completing his education to… Continue reading Leaving home. And finding it.
What does a life well-lived look like?
My grandfather used to say, "It's a long road that never turns." I can see what he meant, because I've been on that road before. But that is not the road Ashley and I are walking now. We are walking a path that is full of turns, full of uncertainty, a road that has high… Continue reading What does a life well-lived look like?
