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?
The Bubbles, Jordan Pond–Acadia National Park, Mt. Desert Island, Maine
The Pathos of life, the weight of our days, is always close by. I’m not over slavery and the Ethnic Cleansing/Genocide of Native Americans–and I did not live through either of those things, but they weigh heavy upon my mind, body and soul. And I hate the push that made those things okay for so many people. It was not okay, and still is not. I plan on carrying this with me through all eternity. I call it paying my dues for myself and those who don’t feel a thing, and think I am crazy to.
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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