Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I was out of town for the weekend for a concert. I stayed with friends as usual. We went to their "second" farm for the afternoon on Friday. Pastor Jack has a cabin there he calls his "hideout." I kept expecting to see a bank robber come out of the door, but alas, no fugitives were there. Dave has a hideout, too. His is called the "office."
If anyone thinks Ohio isn't beautiful, you need to visit this hilltop on a chilly but sunny first day of spring.
The fisherman is Jack. He is a great guy, and it is fun to listen to his wife, Carol, tell stories of life with this rather unique individual. My favorite quote of his is that he never let his pastoral duties interfere with his farming or his drinking. Carol and Jack give me hope that a marriage between opposites can last. They also raised three adopted children and two biological children and lived to tell the tale. I appreciate hearing wisdom from parents that have dealt with the issues of adoption first hand. All of their stories do not have happy endings, but it is still a big help to share with them. Now they have two grandchildren with a diagnosis on the autism spectrum, so we have that in common, as well.
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