Wow. Love this. It also inspired me to re-read your anti-majestic cosmic horseshit because it was your grandfather who walked by you at the canal. It makes a whole lot of sense.
Wow, your grandfather has been made real - and admired - to all of us who never knew him. You are an incredible writer, and I hope that some day you feel called to compile your memory-stories and insights on life into a book.
Thank you. I recognized you in your writing. You make me smile and even laugh out loud while enjoying your musings. Thank you. I look forward to your future writings.
"Strength is a place you move toward and inhabit and you are strong only while you remain in that place."
This is something that has been revealed to me. As St Paul said 'In my flesh dwell no good thing'. Everything good is outside of us. The wonderful thing is that we have been given absolute access to just go there and take as much of what we need
This is my strength in my fight over what I imagine to not be right thinking on my part. I suspect ADHD but it may be even more than that. It used to bother me that I could never be sure if I was thinking about something in the appropriate way. The more I wanted and prayed to have a sound mind, the worse it became because it meant that I could not trust anything about myself anymore. So even the parts of myself that were sound were not available to me.
Recently it hit me. I have a sound mind just as the Bible says. I have this, not in myself but because the wisdom of God is available to me in all its fulness. All I have to do is to make God's word my default app for processing anything that comes to me. That way I will always have accurate insight.
For the first time in my life my mind is quiet and I am at peace.
Thank you so much for writing and making your writing available to me. I am blessed by you.
Your grandfather is the man all the redpill gurus promise, but its a pity all they deliver is Tate. May God help us all
I see so much of my own grandfather in this - a man from a very different place but of very similar fiber. I did tear up a little thinking of my beloved Grandpa Tip. Thanks for this piece, it’s beautiful.
This is a great remembrance. And well told. My grandparents would have been in PA at that same time, or left just beforehand. Those people were harder than woodpecker lips.
NYC was a legendary place and the center of everything amazing and unknown for folks in the rural and lumbered West. I imagine its expatriates would have the same mystique.
Wow. Love this. It also inspired me to re-read your anti-majestic cosmic horseshit because it was your grandfather who walked by you at the canal. It makes a whole lot of sense.
You could say he eventually got around to my religious education after he passed away. ;)
Wow, your grandfather has been made real - and admired - to all of us who never knew him. You are an incredible writer, and I hope that some day you feel called to compile your memory-stories and insights on life into a book.
Somehow I’ve got a block against putting all of this in a book but I’m very glad you liked it!
Wow. The best piece of writing I’ve seen all day - and Substack is full of really good writing.
Thanks Ken!
Thank you. I recognized you in your writing. You make me smile and even laugh out loud while enjoying your musings. Thank you. I look forward to your future writings.
Thanks Maureen! I think I’m getting a better and better idea of what I want to do here as I go along.
This was a brilliant piece -- the best I have read from you and I have read them all. Many thanks.
Thanks Dr. K! I think I’m finally figuring out my lens for these pieces.
A great story about a worthy man.
Thanks Kerry.
What A Man!
He was.
This may be my favorite piece you’ve written.
Thanks Laura. Mine too.
Wow... Made me think of my own Grandfather. He taught me how to shoot pool among other things.
Somehow you need one generation of separation to really focus and learn
"Strength is a place you move toward and inhabit and you are strong only while you remain in that place."
This is something that has been revealed to me. As St Paul said 'In my flesh dwell no good thing'. Everything good is outside of us. The wonderful thing is that we have been given absolute access to just go there and take as much of what we need
This is my strength in my fight over what I imagine to not be right thinking on my part. I suspect ADHD but it may be even more than that. It used to bother me that I could never be sure if I was thinking about something in the appropriate way. The more I wanted and prayed to have a sound mind, the worse it became because it meant that I could not trust anything about myself anymore. So even the parts of myself that were sound were not available to me.
Recently it hit me. I have a sound mind just as the Bible says. I have this, not in myself but because the wisdom of God is available to me in all its fulness. All I have to do is to make God's word my default app for processing anything that comes to me. That way I will always have accurate insight.
For the first time in my life my mind is quiet and I am at peace.
Thank you so much for writing and making your writing available to me. I am blessed by you.
Your grandfather is the man all the redpill gurus promise, but its a pity all they deliver is Tate. May God help us all
I see so much of my own grandfather in this - a man from a very different place but of very similar fiber. I did tear up a little thinking of my beloved Grandpa Tip. Thanks for this piece, it’s beautiful.
This is a great remembrance. And well told. My grandparents would have been in PA at that same time, or left just beforehand. Those people were harder than woodpecker lips.
NYC was a legendary place and the center of everything amazing and unknown for folks in the rural and lumbered West. I imagine its expatriates would have the same mystique.
Thank you for this.
I loved reading this. I would’ve loved your grandfather.
This was so lovely and so meaningful. I have no idea why it showed up in my feed this morning or even why I clicked on it. But I’m grateful.
A stellar tribute to an example of being yourself no matter what.
God bless you for having a grandfather like the one he had.
I got very blessed with him and my grandmother both. I would have nothing if it hadn’t been for them.