Sailing Faith: The Long Way Home

We find, while preparing for our voyage in Hampton, Virginia, a number of folks planning voyages of their own and a few who have actually left the dock. The planners are dreamers, conjuring obstacles to maintain the dream. As soon as the boat is all ready; boats are boats, and will never be all ready. As soon as they have accumulated enough money; there will never be enough. As soon as the kids are older, or the kids have moved out, or …

I recall a man I worked with years earlier who refused a sizeable Christmas bonus. “I always wanted a Cadillac,” he said, “but as soon as I get my Cadillac, the dream is gone. I just think the car can’t be as good as the dream.”

People know when they leave the dock, the dream is gone.

Public space, dwindling as it is and socialist by definition is a true asset of America.

Many people around us hold keys to valuable insights, and the only path to those keys is to minimize my arrogance and hope they can overcome their fear of condescending.

Another American curiosity was brought to our attention from people in every place we visited where it became a topic of discussion. “The Constitution of the United States of America is the greatest document ever written,”

A recent sermon had our pastor talking about Aunt Edna. Aunt Edna was the preacher’s personification of that person dear to each of us, who baked cookies for the neighborhood kids, was a good person from all frames of human perspective, was undoubtedly a sinner like the rest of us, but who had never [...]

Emily fixing a hatch on Faith
My grandpa could fix things.  Oh, he was a little rough around the edges when it came to the craft, to the getting all of the little finesse-type details handled to make something feel like new again.   But when it came to utility, to getting whatever it was that he [...]