Random stuff from my brain
There was a time when much of my life was consumed with preparing sermons and finding a way to communicate the truths and insights that I had gained. Then... I just kind of stopped. Grad school made the process more mechanical and far less spiritual. While the edification was certainly meant for me, it was lost in the pursuit of a grade and a piece of paper. Something has stirred the desire to do it again, so here you go.
Saturday, May 26, 2018
Where are we going?
Anyways, you need people of intelligence on this sort of... mission... quest... thing...
I loved maps as a kid. I would pull out an atlas, or old road map and just stare at them for hours. I liked tracing the routes and figuring out where they lead. I would figure out how many different ways you could get from one place to another. I know... weird. I just liked maps. I suppose it had paid off in my adult years. I have a pretty good sense of direction, I can get back to just about any place on my own if I have been there once before. When we moved to Michigan I planned out the whole trip (maps and all) and put them in a trip binder just in case we didn't have cell signal. My nerdy map skills (obsession) paid off. Maps aside, I think I'm just like most other people, we like to know where we are going and when we will arrive. Sure, the journey is part of the fun, but if we are honest it's the destination that really matters.
I find myself in a bit of an awkward place at the moment. We are supposed to be heading somewhere, but I don't seem to have a map. I have no itinerary. No ETA. Even worse, I'm not driving. Someone else is planning this trip and I can only wait and see. 15 years ago i hopped in for a ride and well... I haven't been the best passenger. I keep changing the stations, I grab the wheel when I panic, and I'm constantly asking "are we there yet?" God said "I'm going to make you into a pastor" and I forgot to ask for directions before climbing in. I think we are getting close. Maybe one more stop for snacks and to top off the tank, but I can't be sure. Maps are only useful if you already know where you are, and on this last leg of the journey I have no idea where we are headed, so a map is no use to me now. Oddly enough, I am okay with that. This time I don't need to know where we are, or when we will get there. I've tried to navigate, I even tried to rip the wheel from His hands... This trip has taught me to be patient. I've learned to wait. It's not the path I would have chosen, but if I had I would not have seen some of the amazing sights along the way. I recognize, much like Pippin, that the important thing is be a part of the journey. There is something very special going on, and I know that I am meant to play a part. As long as I am there where the moment comes, as long as I am present when we finally arrive, that is all that matters. God has done a great job so far, I can trust Him to take me the rest of the way. Like a very wise Took also said, "Great! Where are we going?"
Thursday, April 7, 2016
What is that beeping?
Friday, August 29, 2014
Outbound
Wrote this last weekend and am just getting around to posting it...
A patchwork quilt of brown and green stretched out from my window. The captain had just informed us that we had begun our final descent I to Kansas City. A city I've never been to, a city I won't really be going to. Not staying, not really visiting. Just another stop on my way to someplace else. Life is full of "stops" just like this one. Places we never intended on going. Places we have to go through in order to get where we actually want to go. Places that might not be that bad if the circumstances were a bit different. Places we would have avoided if we had a choice. Places filled with people coming and going. People trying to get to some place else. People who are content to be right where they are. People like me, watching the condensation run down the side of a cold pint, waiting. Waiting for some where, some thing else. Waiting for new and different. Just plane waiting. So, I sit here watching the people go by. Watching the drops soak into my cocktail napkin. Content be be where I am, waiting to get to the next place, remembering the places that I left behind to get where I want to go. Watching. Waiting. Remembering.