Wandering Son of Scotland

Anyone who knows me well knows I long to one day return to the home of my ancestors. While it is true that my ancestry like 99% of Americans is a mixed bag, it is being a son of America and a wandering son of Scotland which gives me identity. I'm not sure what it is but for a very long time, long before I became aware that I was of Scottish decent, I've been moved by the sight of the Scottish countryside! While I'm amazed by scenes like these;



it's really the scenes like these;



which speak to my soul and makes my heart swell with pride yearning for the homeland from which my people and my name came. I realize it's a romantic view of Scotland which grows more socialist and less free with every passing day, yet I'm still drawn. I hope to receive a church appointment in Scotland once I'm done with seminary, live there for a few years. Only time will tell if this dream is realized. In the meantime I'll have to settle for the occasional one of these;

while keeping visions of this in my head!

Schlante!