“As the Father has sent me, so I am sending you.” John 20:21
I am not by nature a people person. I grew up in the country as an only child who loved walking alone in the fields surrounding our home, or reading under the overhanging branches of a cedar tree that grew on the one windowless side of our house. (My mother couldn’t see me there!). Even today my favorite times are like the ones experienced as I write these words, “sitting at a small, scarred wooden table in my favorite café”, looking out the paned window at sporadic traffic soundlessly passing by. The cafe owners are generous toward moles like me – their nearby kitchen conversations are muted and they keep my coffee cup filled.
So what am I doing in a life that is normally filled with people “with teaching, organizing, and counseling?” A life far removed from meandering through fields or sequestered under pine boughs?
A night over 50 years ago is burned into my memory. It was the night I…
