I saw my Dad’s headstone for the first time a few days ago. We buried Dad in 2016 but I hadn’t been back to the graveyard since. I was in Kington, Ontario, the city where he is buried, for about an hour on Saturday. The reason I was in Ontario, which is about 3500 km/ 2175 miles from where I live, is because my Mother found herself in the hospital with unexpected heart trouble. Thankfully, she is now recovering and I got her home to Kingston before having to quickly turn around and hop on a train in order to catch a flight.
A very compelling read, Phil! Thank you for sharing this. I can really resonate with being graced by the "mundane moments" of life. I think I am learning to appreciate more of the little things with my family around the dinner table or even taking a walk. Great post!
Excellent! Thanks. "I think we arrive not by some momentous act of extraordinary faith, but by actually living our lives and opening ourselves up – or allowing ourselves to be opened up – to the possibility that life itself can become prayer." Looking forward to walking this out with you on our campuses this fall!
A very compelling read, Phil! Thank you for sharing this. I can really resonate with being graced by the "mundane moments" of life. I think I am learning to appreciate more of the little things with my family around the dinner table or even taking a walk. Great post!
Excellent! Thanks. "I think we arrive not by some momentous act of extraordinary faith, but by actually living our lives and opening ourselves up – or allowing ourselves to be opened up – to the possibility that life itself can become prayer." Looking forward to walking this out with you on our campuses this fall!