August 11th, 2021 by Sara Buffington
Have you ever driven I-87 through New York? It’s called the Adirondack Northway, and, as highways go, its views are spectacular.
The summer after my junior year I worked as a nanny for a family with three children. I even traveled with them to their summer home in the Adirondacks. They drove with the older kids in the first car, and I drove behind them in their second car, with a sleeping preschooler in the back and a chocolate lab as my copilot.
I was nervous about caravaning to the Adirondacks. Would I lose them along the way? I purposely drove in silence (no music!) so I could concentrate.
As I drove along the Adirondack Northway, my thoughts were hardly quiet. Huge peaks rose on either side of the highway. Each curve in the road afforded a new, awe-inspiring vista. I found myself whispering, “Oh wow,” to no one in particular.
And then I found myself speaking to someone...when I realized he was speaking to me.
August 4th, 2021 by Carl Buffington
A couple of times in his sermon from August 1, 2021, Canon Christopher, reflecting on the Mary and Martha passage from Luke, said we needed to come close enough to hear Jesus.
That begs the question, how do we come close enough to hear Him?
How close is close enough?