“From the Crest,” by Wendell Berry
I am trying to teach my mind to bear the long, slow growth of the fields, and to sing of its passing while it waits. The farm must be made a form, endlessly bringing together heaven and earth, light and rain building, dissolving, building back again the shapes and actions of the ground! May this be an image of my journey with the Holy Spirit.
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Dad
6/16/2020 04:29:13 pm
The highway to Hell is paved with inclusiveness, peer pressure, good works, and universalism. I was on that highway. Praise God, the Great Engineer kept building the same off ramp. It had the title Exit 1. It took some time for me to realize I kept driving past the same Exit 1 over and over, until I took it.
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