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?
Around Bass Lake 07, 10/02/2010 — Moses H. Cone Memorial Park, Blue Ridge Parkway, Blowing Rock, North Carolina
I don't care what happens when I die, and I cannot imagine why it matters. Here I am, now what? Is the only question that concerns me. What is being asked of me right here, right now? What am I being called to do?
If I can get that right, and do what needs me to do it, when, where and how it needs me to do it, I'll have it made. For now. After that? More of the same until I die. And after that? I do not care.
Knots in a rope. Waves on the sea. Clouds in the sky...
Untie the knots, we still have the rope, Disappear the waves, we still have the sea. Remove the clouds, the sky remains.
When I'm gone life goes on. What becomes of me has no impact, though my absence may have one, there is nothing I can do about that. And I am not going to be bothered by it here and now.
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, five granddaughters, one great granddaughter, and a great grandson on the way, within about ten minutes from where we live--and are enjoying our retirement as much as we have ever enjoyed anything.
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