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The Road Goes On

Tuesday, March 15, 2005 at 12:09 PM

Fond memories

I have several posts in the works. I'm trying to break free of my tendency to let wanting to say everything keep me from saying anything worthwhile. I sit down to write a post and shortly realize I've strayed into trying to define my current political philosophy, Christology, understanding of the Bible, etc.

Thanks to any of you who stop in here. I hope you'll continue . . I really do intend to make it worth your while -- eventually.

In the meantime, I really enjoyed finding this photo of my old hometown: Evanston, Wyoming. I'm glad I had the chance to spend nearly ten years there.

Myles recently wrote a series of short narratives about major steps along his journey to loving the church. Perhaps I'll write sometime -- when some fairly major career decisions are made -- about those places that have most shaped me: Oklahoma City; Jackson, MS; Evanston (and Wyoming generally); Waco; Richmond, VA; Washington, D.C.; London, Dallas and Atlanta.

Some of those places have almost no authentic sense of place, but this absence is partly how I've come to know what it means to have one.

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