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In the middle of the 20th century, the theologian Paul Tillich wrote a sermon titled “The Theology of Education.” When I encountered it early in my undergraduate studies, it changed my philosophy. Tillich held that the purpose of religious education was to challenge the student to reach beyond the surface to find the deeper meaning in that experience. I found that thinking, that philosophy, applied to my own studies and always strove for that deeper meaning, regardless of what I was studying. It applied to so much more than just religion.
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The backyard was empty. Grass was just starting to grow, still too short to mow. It was still dry from the winter. All I could smell was the dust from last year’s growth. The sky was clear. It was the first warmish day of a new spring. All was quiet. Peace was the order of the moment.
Suddenly from the sky dropped a form. It was fast, a gray-brown blur.
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A year ago, my first piece went on display at the entrance to Big Horn Meadow at Camp Tahosa in Colorado. Miraculously, it survived the winter and into the summer. Everyone who sees it loves it. It wasn't signed, so people who don’t know me don’t know I carved it. And, sometime during the spring, someone moved the welcome sign from the bridge to the carving, making it official.
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The morning was mostly sunny, though cool. Perhaps for the deer, it was too bright. Or maybe, they were just relaxing after a full meal.
It was a shaded glade, deciduous trees and a few evergreens surrounded it. The grass was short and welcoming. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, not yet blown away by the strong winds of the last couple of days. It was as if many candles flickered through the shadows from the trees.
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The sun’s warm on my face rising above the jungle below. Chirps and squawks greet the dawn as light reaches down through the canopy of green. My eyes open slowly, taking measure of the day. Sitting up, I look out, the jungle to the left and civilization to the right. My home is a tree house on the edge of the jungle - my retreat and escape when society is too much.
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