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My dad used to take me on road trips when i was a kid, to some of the places I was interested in (whatever they happened to be that season)—Buddy Holly’s hometown, Bruce Springsteen’s house, Graceland, the Grand Canyon, to Wales, once to see Prince (true story!), Royal Shakespeare at the Globe, and to study CS Lewis and George MacDonald in Scotland once, and places like that (i was interested in culture and where it intersects with spirituality, even then!)– and we used to ride for hours across the country on road trips in silence together, before I usually had to start talking.

Both of us just being ourselves and sharing space in unspoken love, and a type of mutual knowing. I like that silent space between us all, where the words, “You are my beloved son,” are implied by the ride!

Isn’t that the space, in the big picture, we live in and from?! To be caught up in the Loving Voice between The Father and His Son is still home. And, I still value silence like that.