A short walk and a glance at foot level is a time capsule in this Vermont town. Brick, marble, field stone, poured cement, cinder blocks, and a combination of any and all of these are holding up any number of buildings of varying vintage, purpose, and style. I am amazed at the ingenuity of past builders who were able to use what was on hand to create solid and unique foundations.

The history of additions is on display as well, where the original and new meet. An expanded house requires a larger foundation to support it, and sometimes new materials brought together in new ways.

I suspect the foundation of my faith is much the same – made out of what was at hand throughout my lifetime, and in need of expansion as my faith grew beyond what the original could support.

I hope, at the end of my days, my foundation is sturdy, supporting a lifetime of change and adventure – and that it is anything but uniform.