I have just finished the autobiography of Eugene Peterson, "A Burning in My Bones." It has been hard to put the book down, as a new picture of Eugene, the author of "The Message," and so many other books, has emerged for me. Most impressed upon me is his deep, deep love for people and His Lord and Savior. He was captivated with silence and contemplation to the point of being too silent, especially with his lifetime mate, Jan. Yet, I was so affirmed in having my own thoughts and questions, somewhat answered by one, who was not the perfect saint nor the one who went along with the "Christian majority," but thoughtfully aimed for a life of congruence, humility, great joy and gratitude. He also discovered God's goodness in the beauty of each day, as well as the very ordinary. I chuckled how he numbered all the creatures he saw on his hikes or walks, even taking notice to count horseflies and earthworms! I realize more and more, that I do not need t...