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I'm a writer, not a talker, so I tell myself. Nobody was more surprised than I was to find me delivering the homily last Sunday at Church of the Transfiguration in Saluda, North Carolina, my home town. There were two priests in attendance to keep me straight. I strove to tell only the truth as far as I knew it. The big temptation for preachers is to tell people more than they know. If you're curious about all that was said and sung that day, here's a link to the worship service . Henry's books . If you would like Follow.it to deliver Drovers Gap blog directly to your email inbox, click here .

Everybody...


Everybody has to be somewhere. I thank Maker with my every rising breath that I am here. I knew a half-century ago that this was what my Aunt Edith would call my "glory place." But I got drawn away, and for a long time, a life-time, it seemed, I thought I would never be able to come back.

We all have a place on this earth where it is easy for God to find us, where our life comes to us without our having to seek it. Where our calling is ever at hand for our tending, and there is always time enough for us to participate in the Great Work according to the task we were shaped to do.

When we are living the life we were made for, with the people we were made for, there is no discernible difference between work and play. Even the hard days bring us joy then, and at the end of each one, we think, "I wouldn't have missed this for the world."

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