My 26th Christmas is quickly drawing to a close. Today was my first Christmas not at home in Winchester with my family. It wasn’t as hard as I thought it might be, but it’s something I really would like to avoid in the future… I have a good home in Ohio, a good family, and a good church. I miss them all…
I recently learned that one of my favorite bands, Over the Rhine moved out to an area in the country just a short distance from my home. It seems that I’m not the only one that thinks Ohio is nearly paradise, this is what they have to say about it:
Last year we moved to a pre-Civil War farmhouse on a piece of land surrounded by open fields and meandering tree lines. The sky is bluer out here by day and blacker by night. We see real stars after dark especially when the moon is new. When the moon is full, we walk the mown night paths in a light that feels sacred, a light that has the same effect on the body and senses as a good glass of wine, or secret good news, or maybe good laughter remembered silently from a distance. It was a dream to land in a place like this, plant our feet on a piece of earth surrounded by a few tall trees, trees that have been alive much longer than we have. Apart from good music, the sound of the wind moving through the pines next to the back porch may be as close as we’ve come to the sound of the Holy Spirit moving. We can get lost there.
My mind is refreshed when I remember that I’ll be back to the place I call home in just 7 short days. I can’t wait.
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