But I couldn’t figure out how it all fit together. “We have taken circuitous ways to come to the place where we dared to believe in God,” said Father Bill Ortt, rector of Christ Church Easton, during a recent sermon. “Our love of God means something in this world.” For as long as I can remember, I have looked up at the stars at night and wondered big questions. I have run trails through mountains and woods and felt there was something more at work than I could name. I have f loated on rivers and lakes and have felt, like John Muir, “Nature’s peace f lowing into (me) as sunshine f lows into trees.” But that feeling was incomplete. It didn’t convey it all.
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Father Bill, ready for Waterfowl Festival last year. 63
Published on Oct 24, 2017