When the world dims, another kind of light begins to appear. This is a story of losing some sight and learning to see, not what is visible, but what endures.
Not by Sight
Author: wally metts
Wally Metts is the daysman. He is a professor of English and communication at Spring Arbor University and co-pastors Falling Waters Bible Church. The father of four adult children, he and his wife Katie raise barn cats on 20 acres in Horton, Michigan. His grandchildren call him Santa.
A weekend away
The whole weekend was a sabbath for the soul, an intentional setting aside of work and the demands of daily life for recovery and rest.
The last day of summer
As a Floridian, I still marvel at the frenetic northern cycle of playing hard for a couple of months and then packing things away, bracing for months of cold.
I’m falling
Fall is not my favorite season, although I’d rather not jump straight to winter. I’ll miss the front porch and the long walks, the wild flowers and the songbirds.
A ritual of love
Over 20 years ago we discovered that tea made us slow down, and that’s what we need. The whole process— measuring and filtering and waiting— is a metaphor for the intentionality of marriage itself.
