March 29-B, 2023

Appalachian Barn 06/16/2016 Oil Paint Rendered — Roan Mountain, Tennessee
The art of hermeneutics 
is seeing/hearing what's what,
knowing/doing what needs to be done about it,
being right about all of it
and doing it with the gifts
of our original nature
and our innate virtues/specialties
in each situation as it arises
al our life long.

Hermeneutics is reading/interpreting/understanding
the situation as it unfolds before us,
around us,
moment to moment,
and responding to it
in ways appropriate to the occasion.

The art of hermeneutics is the art of life.

It depends upon the right kind
and amount
of stillness,
emptiness
and silence,
and feeling/listening/seeing/knowing
our way into the field of action/doing.

It is an experiential knowing/doing
that cannot be explained or taught with words.
It is dancing with the music
that cannot be heard
but can be sensed/felt/grasped/comprehended/understood.

We live our way into it,
picking up on the subtleties
and nuances,
and fine distinctions
between what is called for
and what is one step over the line.

It takes a lot of living
to be able to see.
Hear.
Know.
Understand.
And respond in the right way
in the right place,
at the right time,
time after time.

And, that is what is asked of us all,
all the time.

It is called "Walking on water,"
and "Skating on thin ice,"
and "Living on a slippery slope,"
"A dangerous path,"
"Like the razor's edge."

Not caring what our chances are.
And not keeping score.
Or nursing old wounds.
But "boldly going
where no one has gone before."

Day after day.

Time after time.

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Published by jimwdollar

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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