IT IS A FINE AND EXCELLENT MORNING AT THE CHURCH O’ THE PINES. The sun comes up over the edge of the earth as it has every morning for about 4.5 billion years.
ON A DECEMBER SUNDAY THE LANE INTO THE CHURCH O’ THE PINES is a trail to another world. Things are quiet here. Sounds that do arrive from the Big World are muffled by the blanket of snow. And other, more odious intrusions from the realm of discord and dissension are muffled as well, by the good tidings of trees and
AS I LOOK BACK OVER MY TRIP TO CHINA, all the extraordinary visions and scenes and experiences, it is the people who stand out most. Mr. Ao, the publisher who is bringing my books, music, and message to China. My wonderful interpreter and guide, Lucia. Young Yun who behind the scenes helped to organize and make everything work. Jade-and-Beauty who
AT THE CHURCH O’ THE PINES THIS MORNING, we defer to my recent trip to China, and to an extraordinary visit to another sort of church—the legendary Shaolin Temple over the Yellow River in the mountains near Zhengzhou. Made famous by Hollywood and the David Carradine Kung Fu series, this home of Chinese Ch’an Buddhism (precursor of Zen) dates back