I had gone to England after Bob Jones University with an admittedly eccentric, but beautiful dream. I wanted to be a “country parson” like George Herbert–to retreat to a parish in the heart of the English countryside and there to serve the people simply and humbly. I’d keep a garden, mind my own business and perhaps write some poetry. Was that such a bad thing to desire? I don’t think so…
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