In that moment of coming through the door I walked into a presence that had been there, I was quite sure, all along. It was quiet, powerful, good, and deep. It was presence that included me, and all things around me. The clock at the back of the sanctuary, the miserably worn rug in the aisle, the chipped wooden balcony seats, the faded red curtains behind them—all things were permeated by whatever this quiet, ongoing presence was. They were not different, but more themselves, more what they had been all along, richly sustained, transfigured in their everyday best.
—from the title essay, “Bright Shoots of Everlastingness”
Published by WordFarm in 2005, Bright Shoots of Everlastingness: Essays on Faith and the American Wild was selected by ForeWord magazine as the best of the year from an independent press. Some of the most compelling pieces reflect upon an expedition to Mt. McKinley in Alaska that ended, as so many do, in tragedy.