My spouse is now on the Board of Trustees for a group of Lutheran camps, including my beloved Lutheridge, and this past week-end was his first meeting. He came back with the latest book by Henri Nouwen.
Yes, Henri Nouwen who has been dead for almost 20 years. But he gave a lecture, which someone taped, and now the tape has been transcribed. And so now we get a new book to read: A Spirituality of Fundraising.
I had a similar moment last week when I opened a big box from my parents. I thought I had all my earliest writings, but apparently I didn't, because the box contained some more (go here to read more about that experience). I was intrigued by how often I wrote about God as a child. And I was overjoyed by my childhood view of God: a caring, loving force. At some point, I'll share a poem I wrote long ago.
I wonder if some day I'll look back on this blog the same way, as a voice from beyond. I think I'll be happy with what I find here. It's hard to believe that I'll take such a different spiritual turn that my views here will seem alien.
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