By Fr. Gordon MacRae
“Midway in our life’s journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself in a dark wood. How shall I say what wood that was? I never saw so drear, so rank, so arduous a wilderness! Its very memory gives a shape to fear. Death could scarce be more bitter than that place! But since it came to good, I will recount all that I found revealed there by God’s grace.” (The Dark Wood of Error,” Dante’s Inferno)
I received some snail mail recently from Liz Feuerborn who frequently comments on my posts at These Stone Walls. At the very end of her letter was a scribbled P.S.: “You haven’t mentioned Skooter in awhile. Is he okay?” Several other readers have also asked about Skooter in their recent comments, and it’s odd that his name should come up right now.
It’s odd because on the day I received Liz’s letter, I had just spent an hour outside in the freezing cold prison yard talking with Skooter. The short answer to Liz’s question is “No,” Skooter is not okay, but I’m pretty sure he will be... (continued)
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