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‘Your current circumstance is not your conclusion’
I have written before about my involvement in the Kairos prison ministry program. This past weekend, our team from Northern Virginia spent two days at Greensville Correctional Center in southeastern Virginia. In the prison’s gym where we met was a … Continue reading
Posted in Purpose
Tagged faith, God, Greensville Correctional Center, Kairos, prison ministry
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Spaces, places and where we live
Good old Gaston Bachelard, the French philosopher who wrote about houses having souls. I was thinking about him recently as I prepared to rent my house to Gordon and Teca, a missionary couple from Brazil, and their family. For four … Continue reading
Posted in Happiness
Tagged Gaston Bachelard, houses, phenomenology, spaces, The Poetics of Space
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Jefferson, revolution and independence
I had the good fortune of attending the University of Virginia, a school with many traditions associated with its celebrated founder Thomas Jefferson. It’s “Mr. Jefferson’s University,” and his presence is still felt in the “academical village” he created in … Continue reading
Posted in Happiness, Purpose
Tagged change, Independence Day, revolution, Thomas Jefferson, U.Va.
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‘Riding along in my automobile’
I recently took Augie, my 2006 Acura TL, on a road trip to the Great Smoky Mountains. We drove as far as Gatlinburg and then wandered up the Blue Ridge Parkway to Roanoke before heading back on 81. Augie performed … Continue reading
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Tagged Acura TL, aging, Asheville, Biltmore, Blue Ridge Parkway, cars, Chuck Berry, Roanoke, Smoky Mountains
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Alzheimer’s, my mom and David Hilfiker of Joseph’s House
It was late afternoon on a perfect October day, and I was walking across the neatly landscaped grounds of the retirement community where my parents live. My mom was next to me, stopping to look at plants and flowers and … Continue reading

