Atlantic. I had a chance for the first time consciously to assess the journey from boyhood when I so long ago had rejected the church which had condemned my dead father and so grievously traumatized my young life. Walking by the water’s edge, gazing out at the Pacific, I had time finally to think about the life commitment that I made a scant five years later to the very church I had seen as enemy but now knew to be the Way, the only Way for which I was born. I believe the seven-year-old has been hard at work all this time to understand that which subconsciously I have never been able fully to
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