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?
What makes this a sacred place? What keeps it from being a sacred place? How many sacred places do we have? How many does it take?
Sacred places are places of refuge. Places of refuge are off limits to all that threatens us. What threatens us? Unsettles us? Robs us of our peace? Burdens us with trouble and woe? The mere memory of a place of refuge can ease our mind and restore our balance and harmony, reuniting us with the AAUUUUMMMM of the cosmos and surrounding us with the hills from which our help comes, and delivering us from the scourge of our afflictions, or from our fear of them, which is just as bad.
Take shelter in sacred places. Seek them out and return to them often. Safe harbors within which to ride out the storms of life, and the fear that haunts us in the night.
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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