The Journey Begins
I’m someone who finds transitions difficult. I’ve done a lot of moving in my life. At this point, I don’t even keep count anymore. My dad lived within one hour of his hometown for all but eight of his eighty years of life. That’s hard for me to even fathom.
I suppose as Christians we should expect to be “journey people.” In the Old Testament, God’s first word to Abraham was “Go…” Moses spent 40 years journeying through a wilderness. And Jesus and his disciples were always on the go.
Right now I am in the midst of transitioning from one congregation in Indianapolis to another in Lafayette, Indiana. Part of the challenge of transitions, I think, is to view them as open space within our lives. As we, in a certain sense, hang suspended between one location and the next, what – or more importantly who – fills that open space? I can certainly find something to fill it – anxiety, uncertainty (when will my house sell?), tasks and “to do” lists (how have I acquired so much “stuff” since my last move?). Or, I can reserve that open space for God’s grace. As I prepare to move all that stuff… books, clothes, and furniture, what might God be preparing to do within me? It will be up to me to take the time – to make the time – and notice where God’s Spirit is moving.
In one sense, the journey is just beginning; but, in another sense, it is always ongoing. In all of our lives, regardless of geography, God’s Spirit moves within us and speaks the word: “Go.”