In August, 2008, John P. Van Dusen and his wife moved from Fort Collins, Colorado, to West Texas, to help build The Bridge,a contemporary worship service in a new space in a traditional Protestant church.
John writes, "a cheerless little dust devil picks up the white chalky dirt of a rundown tract of Oklahoma panhandle and does its best to feign a sleepy god stirring his tea with his pinky. Losing energy quickly, the swirling updraft lets the tiny thrill seeking bits of dirt and leaves and bugs settle back to the stillness the blazing midday sun imposes. The misshapen roadway serves as the driveway/parking lot in front of a house begging for a bulldozer. It wasn’t much of a house even before the Great Depression rolled through. Afterward, as the dust bowl receded from most other places, the dryness settled here and never left—tormenting the homestead like a no-account hobo poking an ugly old dog with a stick. Uncut prairie grass skirts the edges framing the very picture of despair."
CLICK HERE to read the rest of John's post at Into the West Texas Sun
John writes, "a cheerless little dust devil picks up the white chalky dirt of a rundown tract of Oklahoma panhandle and does its best to feign a sleepy god stirring his tea with his pinky. Losing energy quickly, the swirling updraft lets the tiny thrill seeking bits of dirt and leaves and bugs settle back to the stillness the blazing midday sun imposes. The misshapen roadway serves as the driveway/parking lot in front of a house begging for a bulldozer. It wasn’t much of a house even before the Great Depression rolled through. Afterward, as the dust bowl receded from most other places, the dryness settled here and never left—tormenting the homestead like a no-account hobo poking an ugly old dog with a stick. Uncut prairie grass skirts the edges framing the very picture of despair."
CLICK HERE to read the rest of John's post at Into the West Texas Sun
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