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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 .

Two worlds...


The leaves have fallen and so has the temperature. The days go quick and the nights are slow. We go to bed in the dark and we get up in the dark. We are miserly with our lightful hours. The daytrippers and summer lingerers are mostly off the mountain this late in the season. We have some time now, just to be. There are spaces in the day, silences bearing messages from the mountain and the sky.

To live on a mountain, in a little town that gains much of her livelihood from people passing through, is to live in two worlds. There is summer when we do what folk expect of us, hopefully pay us for. There is winter, when, if we have sufficient courage and imagination, we do what our soul requires of us.

 

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