On this day after Thanksgiving, our family will be driving up into the foothills above Sacramento (near Placerville) for our annual visit to a Christmas tree farm. Gem’s allergic, so we won’t be buying a tree, but we’ll enjoy the crisp mountain air, hot chocolate/cider/coffee, fresh baked goodies, walking through the forest and almost always having the surprise of seeing an old Sacramento area friend or two. It’s a tradition I love. (And my brother, Dan, and his family are there with us in spirit since they started the tradition. It would be a long commute from Beijing, China).
Today, I’m pointing you back to a post from two years ago about five marks of a wise, trustworthy spiritual mentor. It is my prayer that we are becoming these sort of people.
