In this very serious time of year leading up to Easter, I've been thinking about the meaning of life. Especially the meaning of my life - at this stage of my life.
I've shared with you several times the remarkable writing of my old friend, Jim Whinnie. Jim has Alzheimer's but he's still very active as a writer, Methodist minister and all the other roles he carries including his presence at a monastery from time to time.
The other day he quoted a nun, saying words that resonated with me in a profound way. Jim was ending his visit at the monastery and he writes:
As I type these words, I sit in an airport waiting for my flight to be called. And beside me is my vigilant guide, Sister Rosa. I told her I would be fine...but she answered..."It is my mission to guide you safely home and that is what I will do."
And so I say to a precious few people in my life...If I manage to outlive you..."It is my mission to guide you safely home and that is what I will do."
I've shared with you several times the remarkable writing of my old friend, Jim Whinnie. Jim has Alzheimer's but he's still very active as a writer, Methodist minister and all the other roles he carries including his presence at a monastery from time to time.
The other day he quoted a nun, saying words that resonated with me in a profound way. Jim was ending his visit at the monastery and he writes:
As I type these words, I sit in an airport waiting for my flight to be called. And beside me is my vigilant guide, Sister Rosa. I told her I would be fine...but she answered..."It is my mission to guide you safely home and that is what I will do."
And so I say to a precious few people in my life...If I manage to outlive you..."It is my mission to guide you safely home and that is what I will do."
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