Springtime in the Pacific Northwest

I've never felt Spring so fully.

I don't mean the part about The Resurrection, I mean the part about being in doubt about The Resurrection, not the story part but the part that never happened.

The concept of The Way-shower is equally unsettling. If there's a Way, the way is self-reliance in partnership with others.

If day after day fewer and fewer people in America say they are Christian, as reported this morning in The New York Times, I take it as an invigorating signal of the nation's improved health, and celebrate by helping plant a baby Dogwood tree in the front yard of the house my son and daughter-in-law live in just outside Portland, Oregon.