Feel the Pull of Darkness

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Hinton Charterhouse: cat’s eyes on the B3110 (Chris Downer) / CC BY-SA 2.0

I volunteered to drive the night shift during a cross-country road trip last year. That meant the long drive through South Dakota, Wyoming, and Montana. Maybe my enthusiasm to take the short straw was the prospect of what singer/songwriter/writer Josh Ritter calls being pulled by the American darkness/the mountains, the rivers, the fields at harvest. Or maybe it was the goal of meeting the sunrise in Missoula. (I had long ago been lured in by A River Runs Through It.) I didnt want to come to such joy by sleeping until the morning.

Thanks for Driving

Photo by Asier Solana Bermejo / CC BY 2.0

Photo by Asier Solana Bermejo / CC BY 2.0

“Christ likes us to prefer truth to him because, before being Christ, he is truth. If one turns aside from him to go toward the truth, one will not go far before falling into his arms.”
     — Simone Weil

Sam Scoville is my Facebook friend of some years. We share similar upbringing, similar make-up. We’ve shared some startling conversations about life’s real and painful things. Sam is a walking confessional and a skilled trickster. Moreover, he’s a practiced truth-teller.

Genesis and the Fig Tree: The Creative Life

Photo by Flavio / CC BY 2.0

Photo by Flavio / CC BY 2.0

I got lost in it and didn’t hear her at first. “It’s time to go,” my mother called out from the back porch of our neighbor’s house. Mr. Roberts lived alone, the oldest man in the neighborhood, over a 100 years old. I thought the fig tree must be that old—it was massive. It was easy to get lost inside the leafy, twisting branches. The tree, while two or three times taller than my ten-year-old self, also spread over a good quarter of Mr. Roberts’ backyard.