Friar Don Miller. OFM
I am a Franciscan priest. I spent my early years of ministry in New Mexico working among the Pueblo Native Americans and the Hispanics. In 1978 I began my years in academics working as a chaplain, faculty member, and administrator at various universities in the southwest and the midwest. I taught various course in theology, especially in my area of specialty which is moral theology. I have been the Vocation Director for the Province of Saint John the Baptist since 2003.
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The House that moved

Sorry I don't have a picture of this but . . . . .

Yesterday as I was returning from visiting a prospective in Tennessee, I came upon a traffic jam and had to come to a complete stop. Then for an hour and a half--I am not exaggerating--I crept along never getting over a mile or two per hour.

At one point I saw some police cars up ahead with lights flashing. I also noticed that the oncoming traffic was very sparse--those vehicles that did get through were arriving in small groups of maybe ten or fifteen at a time. So I presumed that there had been a major car accident and I offered a prayer or two for the victims hoping no one had been killed or seriously injured..

Gradually the line crept along. We had to stop for a couple of red lights as we crossed intersections, but that really didn't affect the progress much because once the light turned green there was no where to go--the line had not advance significantly.

Finally I was able to get a distant view of the problem. There was a two story house being moved down the highway. No accident, no one hurt, just someone moving their house to another location. I immediately thought of an incident in Macbeth where a messenger tells the king:

As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, the wood began to move.

The king, incredulous that a forest of trees could move said to the messenger:

Liar and slave!

But the slave responded:

Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove.

Well, within that three mile I saw it going; a moving HOUSE.



Father Don,

That is a great post! I'm sorry you were in the traffic jam though.

Take care,

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