February 02, 2026

Moonrise Monument Valley — Navajo Tribal Park, Mexican Hat, Arizona

We learn util we die because we forget what we know all along the way. The guides who lead us have to be long on patience and short on disgust to stick with us and see us through to our final breath. They have my deepest gratitude and appreciation for their work which provides the foundation of my realization that our faith has to be in ourselves, not in some loving god on high. Our help is found within, picking us up, dusting us off, saying “Don’t let it get to you, keep it up, you’re doing fine,” again and again over long years of stumbling, tripping, falling, apologizing and starting over times beyond counting. We have what we need. We only need to know it, remember it, count on it, and start over again every time we miss a turn. It isn’t as though we don’t know how to do it or have never done it before. By now, we are experts at Re-Doing, picking ourselves up and getting back in the game. No?

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, 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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