On my second morning at the Austin Theological Seminary, I’m visiting the labyrinth that’s beside the chapel. I’m here for a meeting; it’s my first time in Austin, though I’ve been to big-beautiful Texas many times.
I love this labyrinth. It’s second only (in my mind) to the labyrinth in the Musée Rodin in Paris, which is all-natural and is built of raked-up leaves. This labyrinth is lined with cut rock, but the path crunches...
