I know, it’s an interesting title.
I almost used, “Talking about dying in the woods,” but in that context, you can see how word order and comma placement make a big difference. 😊
And yes, some may consider me a bit odd.
After all, not many people sit in their bathrobes and talk about Jesus.
And not many people carry a stool into the woods to sit and talk about dying.
But that was what I did a few years ago.
And actually, it wasn’t just one stool, but two: one for me and one for the tripod for my smartphone.
Plus the list of topics I wanted to cover about end of life.
Now and Then
Now, I’m mentioning it to you because I’m remembering a friend who said he’d enjoyed watching my Dying Talks™ series.
And I’m getting ready to publish that content here in a series of posts in coming weeks.
So, I thought I’d share how I ended up in the woods on a stool with insects buzzing my head, sweat running down my back, and squinting against the sunshine as I talked to people about their final days.
It all started one day in church. ...