Things I Learned at Fairfield

Things I Learned at Fairfield

It’s good to be here this morning with you. I spent the week alone. Joan was at Fort Campbell, helping Sam and Kelsea pack for their move to Alaska. I stayed home to help Spencer with Madeline, who got braces this week, so I cooked her pasta for dinner, and she said...
Things I Learned at Fairfield

You Might Be a Quaker If…

In 1975, Lee and Mary Lee Comer moved in next door to our family and within a few months invited me to attend the Quaker youth group they led. Their invitation came at an opportune moment since I was growing disenchanted with the Roman Catholic Church. Our longtime...
What Faith Is and Isn’t

What Faith Is and Isn’t

Joan and I went this past Tuesday afternoon over to Mill Creek Friends Meeting graveyard southwest of Danville to meet with the cemetery trustee to pick out our gravesites. We’re not hoping to fill them anytime soon, but we intend to engage in riotous living after we...
Things I Learned at Fairfield

Who I Want to Be

I ran into an old friend last week who I hadn’t seen in a while, so we were updating one another on our lives, showing each other pictures of our grandchildren, discussing our medical ailments, the usual conversation of anyone over 65. I have added bursitis to my...
Things I Learned at Fairfield

Why War Is Not the Answer (7)

A family friend is getting married this week, and I’m officiating. When I met with he and his fiancée to discuss the wedding, I asked where they were going on their honeymoon. “The beach,” they said. Then he asked where we had gone on ours. I told him we had driven to...
Things I Learned at Fairfield

Why War Is Not the Answer (6)

Joan and I were down at the farm last Saturday and a van pulled up to the house and a well-dressed young man carrying a large Bible emerged. Joan said under her breath, “Uh, oh, this is going to be about religion.” That’s like red meat to me, like throwing a dog a...