I don't think that book referenced anything like that. It's a book that deals with the polity of the church .... polity = it's theological belief (Calvinism, Wesleyanism, Arminianism, Protestantism, Catholicism) and the way the church conducted it's business (pastors, deacons, administration). But, I did not read it. It's barely holding together with nothing but air. Just turning the pages is dangerous to the book, its so old now.
So, the inventory has gone as far as I can take it. So they asked me to engage in another project. So, here the assignment: Clean the cannon (scrub it down) and get all the black mold and gunk off of it, and then repaint some of the metal on it.
So, here's the photo after I got the thing completely scrubbed own. I'm waiting on paint now.
Today is June 14, we're heading for North Carolina on June 29 so we will arrive on July 1 at Pilot Mountain State Park. It's hard to fathom our time is running out here. It's such a joy (and a tremendous privilege) to be at this plantation and engage myself in such a way. The longer I stay at this plantation, the more feel this is the place I belong.
A couple days ago I was walking across the "yard" in the early morning. I was walking down to see the cow and open the plantation kitchen. It then hit me. I had such a familiarity with this plantation and had such a warm feeling overwhelm me, it was like I was living a memory of a former life here or something.
Strange I know. The feeling has not left me. I was reminded of the song sung by Marty Robbins, one of his trilligy: El Paso City.
Here's the lyrics. I certainly identify with:
I can't explain why I should know
The very trail he rode back to El Paso
Can it be that man can disappear from life and live another time?
And does the mystery deepen
Cause you think that you yourself lived in that other time?
Somewhere in my deepest thoughts
Familiar scenes and memories unfold
These wild and unexplained emotions that I've had so long
But I have never told
Like every time I fly up through the heavens
And I see you there below
I get the feeling sometime in another world I lived in El Paso.
Many, many, many years ago I had a very vivid and powerful dream I never forgot or never got out of my mind. I was standing on the upper gallery of an old plantation house (the gallery is the porch on a second floor supported by posts or pillars). I was enthralled by the plantation. More details would probably bore you to death.
But all my life I kept thinking, someday I'm going to actually see that plantation. I was maybe 10 or 12 years old when I had that dream. (1965 or 1967 is). All my life I've been waiting to see that plantation. When I remember the dream, it's this plantaiton.
Sounds crazy I know. But I have a strong connection with this place I can't get over.
My wife and I are coming back Oct, Nov, and Dec (2024), in time for the Revolutionary War re-enactment week-end and in December for their Christmas programing and decking the house and the rest of the plantation out for Christmas and special Christmas events. I'm looking forward to it.