"If you're wanting me to give a name to the way you feel I would say that you are searching for God. I know you're not surprised by that word because the whole human race is searching for God. It is the one common quest we all have. With some people it comes, it goes, it rises and falls, it haunts the edges of their minds all the time. With some it's as quiet a quest as a monastery, but with others, like a clap of thunder, dramatic and loud and cataclysmic. But for all of us it's the same; sometimes clear, sometimes very vague and ill defined, but even so, it's there....
If you are asking me how to find peace of mind, I would say to you: Let God find you. After all you're not the only one searching. You're searching for God, that's true, but God is searching for you. That is also true.
When our parents, Adam and Eve, left the garden of Eden, God whispered in their ear, 'I will come for you.' They didn't understand that as a promise; they thought it was a threat and so they ran. And they've been running ever since, hiding in the midst of tears, hiding under running laughter, hiding in shopping sprees, hiding in travel, hiding in the upward spiral of strength and power, hiding in bad relationships. Sometimes even hiding in churches. ... Let God find you. ...
[T]he life you seek is not in knowing but in being known, not in seeking but in being sought, not in finding but in being found."
--Dr. Fred Craddock (1928-2015) Minister, Professor and Author (From his sermon, "Seek and You Shall be Found").
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I never met him. Never attended his church in Georgia, but I've been profoundly influenced by his work. Hardly a week goes by that a story or a lesson from him isn't called to mind. When I go for long drives, I often will listen to a sermon or two of his. Dr. Fred Craddock has influenced two generations of Christian ministers with his work and writings, and will no doubt continue to do so for years to come. His books on preaching remain required reading in seminaries. He didn't fill stadiums or have prime time TV specials or meetings with heads of state. He didn't lead a mega church or a worldwide movement. He preached. He taught. He wrote. Though only 5'5", he was a giant. The power of his influence was in his quiet example, his humble living, his serious scholarship and in his powerful stories. His sermons were profound and simple, eloquent and folksy, hilarious and touching. You'd be hard pressed to find any sermon of his that followed the typical 'three point' sermon. No, he respected his audience and his craft more than that. His sermons pulled you in, and made you wrestle with faith and scripture. His most effective method was to tell stories. Funny stories, serious stories, sometimes strange stories. People will forget the bullet points, but tell them a story and now your message has a handle that people can grab hold of and carry with them. You didn't get a lot of 'The five steps to effective ministry or to a successful marriage or to find happiness.' The advice and admonition were there, but he didn't brow beat or bible thump. It wasn't a laundry list of imperatives, oughts, musts and shoulds. Weaving scripture and story, Craddock led his listener to the edge of conclusion, but didn't force it. He trusted that his listener would reflect, wrestle and make application, and that in that space, the Holy Spirit would work and speak and intercede.
Here's a sermon of his from back in 1986, "
Though One Rise from the Dead." (Luke 16:19-31)
The next video is a good demonstration of how he could take a seemingly boring list of names from scripture (Romans 16) and bring it to life.
Here's another one, delivered late in his life in 2011, in which he gives advice on sharing one's faith, "
Tell It".
Here's one even more recent, a reflection on "
The God of Hope."
Finally, here's
a wonderful article written about Dr. Craddock soon after his retirement from full time preaching in October of 2011.
Rest in peace, Dr. Craddock. You will be missed.
Photo Above: The Appalachian Trail on Roan Mountain after a snow.
I started to say that we ran into some interesting thru-hikers up at the Overmountain Shelter. But "Interesting Thru-Hiker" is an oxymoron. You never meet a boring person on the trail. Each has a story to tell and a reason for undertaking the arduous six-month-long 'walk in the woods.' Two of these hikers are from Minnesota (Crusty and Little B), one from Louisiana (Grahams), and the final hiker from Virginia (Cheerio). We decided to take some chocolate 'trail magic' with us to the shelter, expecting that we would run into some hikers in need of some sugar. We enjoyed hearing their about their backgrounds and experiences along the trail. 
On the Appalachian Trail near Laurel Falls you'll discover
numerous cut-throughs made for the old Laurel Fork Railway. Standard gauged
rails were used to haul timber out of this remote area to a Hampton, TN sawmill
from 1912-27. This area was dedicated the Pond Mountain Wilderness in 1986. The
term 'wilderness' is defined by the Wilderness Act of 1964 as “an area where the earth and community of life
are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not
remain" and "an area of undeveloped Federal land retaining its
primeval character and influence, without permanent improvements or human
habitation, which is protected and managed so as to preserve its natural conditions."
The difference between try and triumph is a little umph. 
Re-discovered a wonderful section of the AT for those wanting a quick out-and-back hike. The section heading north from the Nolichucky River is lovely this time of year, with impressive views of the river and beautiful hemlock stands. You park across the river and kitty-corner from Uncle Johnny's Hostel. The first part takes you over the CSX tracks and then, as you climb, the trail parallels the river and becomes narrow and rocky. Far below, you can hear the river thundering. I'm not sure my photos do it justice, but the views this time of year are wonderful. Click on the top two photos and you'll get a better look of the river. After following the river, the trail then enters the woods -- this section is rock-lined and nicely maintained -- and also much more level and easy going. We crossed over two footbridges and went out a total of 2+ miles before heading back.
Arrived at Little Rock Knob on Iron Mountain just in time to see the sun rays gleaming down on the distant mountains -- a little out of the way, but worth the trek. It's one of my favorite overlooks in our region. I wasn't sure which version I liked best, so I posted them both. The black and white seems to be less distracting to me -- and I was able to push the adjustments a little more. But I like the color one too. :) We had to hustle down the mountain to get back to the car before dark!
