"I am the way, the truth, and the life.”
— John 18:6
While sitting on my patio, having my morning coffee, I had an experience which is difficult to describe. I had received a call the day before informing me my nephew had made his transition while using his tractor to mow his pasture field. He and my niece have several acres of land in Alabama which had belonged to his father. It was quite a shock because he had just taken an early retirement from his lifelong job to do some traveling and enjoy the children and grandchildren.
I was told he stopped the tractor, turned off the ignition switch and then slumped over the steering wheel and died. Apparently he had a few minutes warning that something was wrong when he stopped the tractor. Had he not stopped when he did, it could have been a lot worse because it was a rear mounted mower and he could have fallen from the tractor into the path of the mower.
I was sitting on the patio trying to sort out the proper words to use in sending my niece a letter of condolence. The words just weren’t coming through until I was watching my newly acquired boxer pup, “Max,” playing with the cat next door through the small spaces between the pickets in the fence. Max is an 8-month-old puppy and has a lot to learn, but he taught me something that morning when I watched how freely he was in letting his life flow...