The Cabin That Waited

from the journal of Brother Callum

It began with the rain.

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The Self-Made Monk

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Not a Book

It began, I suppose, with the idea that I should write a book.

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The Edge of Something

It was not a planned hike.
I had no map, no trail guide—only a quiet nudge from somewhere deep inside that told me: walk. Just walk.

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The Song Before the Cabin

Today, I walked further than usual.

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The Monk’s Journal: On Walking with God

This morning, I read again the old line:

“And Enoch walked with God, and he was not, for God took him.”
It stirs something in me every time.

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Hearing God Talk

I don’t often hear of God actually talking to people these days — at least not on a regular basis. I mean, some folks claim that God has spoken to them, but of course… we can’t really know for sure, can we?

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Introduction

He was an older man—not elderly, but just on the far side of his middle years.