It’s a cold and snowy Friday in April (when, oh when, will Spring appear), a perfect day to organize my library of books which have been sitting in boxes since my office was redecorated. There are a lot of boxes. There are a lot of books. This will take a while. Stephen King called books, “portable magic”. Cicero said “a room without books is like a body without a soul.” But I have always liked what a guy called William Styron said, “a good book should allow you to live many lives while reading it.” True, and good books also remind you of the lives you have lived. I realize as I pick through the boxes, that I have lived many lives in my 49 years. Different books speak to different places and spaces, perhaps that is why I have kept them, because I want to and need to remember the path I have worn through my corner of the world. “The Shining” is still in my collection. I can’t remember much about it other than it scared me, which at 13 years old was cool! I remember the thrill of turning each page late one night at the cottage. “Jonathan Livingstone Seagull” inspired me to soar, and the “Catcher In The Rye” held me up when I crashed. Through the writings of Pierre Berton I learned to value the land around me, and with the help of Robert Fulghum (“All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten”) I learned to value the land within me. But it is a small well-worn book that speaks to my journey more than any other, “I Heard The Owl Call My Name”. It’s touching and tragic story of faith and hope inspired my first, cautious steps towards ministry, and for that I will always be grateful. Okay, one more quote, “we must always be respectful of books, for words have the power to change us.” (Cassandra Clare) They do indeed!