Ponderings from Camp St. Christopher 2015 Clergy Conference
Butterflies flitting among the sea oats, ghost crabs dancing across the flotsam, pelicans and dolphins probing the incoming tide . . . all curiously indifferent to the wing tip clad intruder making footprints on the strand. The serene sun-washed scene challenges the hectic nature of my existence, its vastness lays bare my pride. I am where I need to be at this moment.
In His Power and for His Glory,