Home [page] is where the Heart is?
The musings of Troy Harris, son of Wayne & Charlene, son of Ray & Myrtle, son of Jefferson & Callie, son of Ethaelbirt & Jane, pioneers to California in 1846. I would love to know what they treasured in their hearts. I’ve collected here a few thoughts so that my progeny will have a bit better sense than do I of the heritage from whence they come.
At this point, I’ve not invited comments to my entries. Someday I may, but in the meantime I’ll just float these mental meanderings into the ether. I’d be honored, of course, if you were to email me if something strikes you (posit@howitseemstome.net). Even though I regard myself as a loyal friend, I’m not a very dedicated correspondent—so don’t presume an active ensuing interchange.
Important: I find it rather enjoyable to cogitate about what’s “important”, to spar about such things with friends. And it is certainly most pleasant to relish the sensation that I’m “right” about something—at least until the moment it becomes clear that I’ve been wrong about it. But I recognize that my musings, including those that may happen to resonate with some aspect of reality, have no value whatsoever—and can even be harmful—if I am not living a life of love above all. As 1 Corinthians 13:2 says, “even if I understood all mysteries and all knowledge [which I don’t!], or if I had faith that could move mountains [which I don’t!], it would all be for nothing if I do not have love.” I have been dead right sometimes in my life.
Blessings to you…
Troy