Finding our way to The Way one situation at a time. I don't know how great it will be, but I expect it will be interesting, and I look forward to it going on past all reason because wonder is just that way. Are you coming or not?
Sunrise at Balanced Rock Oil Paint Rendered — Arches National Park, Moab, Utah
Wait for the door to open,
then walk through.
But this is not as passive
as it sounds.
The Colorado River waited
for the Grand Canyon to open
for thousands of years,
and all that while,
it was forcing its way
through desert rock.
Water waits in a strange way.
Be like water in your waiting.
Persistence and resiliency
are the flip side of patience.
And refusing to take "NO!"
for an answer
in a clandestine,
imperceptible,
way,
by being you without let up,
without fail,
invisibly
and undetectably.
That means knowing yourself
and being who you are--
and trusting that to be
all you need
to find your way
through the desert rock
that is the world,
in an "Okay, what now?"
kind of way.
Like yeast in the dough.
Like light shining in the darkness,
in spite of the darkness.
If it were not for the darkness,
we would be irrelevant.
As it is,
we are essential.
I'm retired, and still finding my way--but now, I don't have to pretend that I know what I'm doing.
I retired after 40.5 years as a minister in the Presbyterian Church USA, serving churches in Louisiana, Mississippi and North Carolina. I graduated from Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, in Austin, Texas, and Northwestern State University in Natchitoches, Louisiana. My wife, Judy, and I have three daughters and five granddaughters within about twenty minutes from where we live--and are enjoying our retirement as much as we have ever enjoyed anything.
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