Since our summer conference is about the question, “What is Man?” I have had even more incentive to reflect on this ubiquitous question over the past year. It’s become the context not only for everything I write or think about, but even everything I do.
Take, for example, my garden.
My favorite time to live in North Carolina is, without doubt, March. Well do I remember that gloomy dead time growing up in Wisconsin, that month we were told “came in like a lamb, but went out like a lion.” March for a child had the potential to be fun, but only if it offered up a good snow storm or two. More likely, it was simply the