By Michael Avery
One day a priest stopped by the cabin of a prophet asking for donations. The money, he explained, would buy chairs for his church. The name of each donor was to be inscribed on a brass plate and then attached to the back of each chair in recognition of the giver.
By Michael Avery
If you’ve ever driven from Roseburg, Oregon, up to Crater Lake, you’ve passed the Colliding Rivers viewpoint at Glide. This is the only place in the world where two rivers meet head on, according to the sign posted at the viewpoint.
The North Umpqua River is swift and powerful. On the other hand, Little River is calm and gentle. One day, I realized what an amazing metaphor Colliding Rivers represents. I even wrote a short parable about it.
By Michael Avery
Are the memories we tenderly take out of our treasure box from the past simply remnants of better days, or do they carry messages yet to be delivered? Could they really be “Waking Dreams in Retrospect?”1
As I reminisce about a trip I made many years ago into a remote area of the Bohemia Basin near Cottage Grove, Oregon, it occurs to me now that what I found there was equally as valuable as the parable it inspired.
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