How should I say this… …but to state it simply. There are two nows. There is now, the immediate need for my attention, the momentary fulfillment of whatever it is I want, the “this is what I am doing now and can’t be bothered with what is next.” Then, there is now in light of […]
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Driving up Emery Street beside the graveyard, up from Carter’s Bottom, by the Flats, before today’s troubles fogged my ability to observe, there stood sentinel-like, one lone whitewashed marker, stark as a shuttered door. The stone pierced my eye before its message wakened me to the truth it wished to speak. Its thousand words rested
Good teacher, please tell us a story. There was a certain man who left his house to go camping. With him he took only his tent and a backpack. In the backpack were the essentials for his journey, enough food and water, and camping supplies. He journeyed toward the forest in search of a good
“Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all
