ROAD TRIP

Honeysuckle is my holy ground.

Where You Stand is Holy Ground.

This was the small sign I noticed when I happened to glance to my right while waiting at a stop light in front of a Congregationalist church the other day. At almost the same time I happened to be listening to a book called, US, by Terrence Real about releasing our individualism so that we can live in better union.

Worshipping our own ground so we can…