I interviewed him once for my Girl Scout God and Country badge.
I asked him about his faith journey and what brought him to the pulpit.
He told me a story of being a college student in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula and walking in the woods.
The young man who had grown up in the city of Philadelphia with it’s noise and bustle, thousands of miles from home, finding clarity in the stillness of the trees.
My nine year old mind imagined there was snow and a booming voice from God asking him to head to the seminary.
In reality I’m sure it was a quiet whisper that guided him to Gettysburg.
Turns out his story chased me here. The little girl that heard his words sought her own calling.
I found it in the stillness. When all else was stripped away it came by whisper.
When he spoke of a longing of the heart, he spoke of me here.