God brought the Jews out of Egypt, but on the journey to the Promised Land, he chose the long road less traveled. He must have had his reasons—among them the fear that if the Jews ran into trouble with the Philistine’s, they might turn around and go back to Egypt.
I suppose I feel like those Jewish people, having been led out of my spiritual home, and on the road to the next thing. But unlike the Jews, I have no idea where I’m headed. What’s more, I suspect God has sent me on a long road—one that’s surely out of the way.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to learn, or if I’ll even find a permanent place to worship. If I don’t find a permanent “home”, I’ll be surprised—it will go against everything I taught while at Hillel. I mean, without consistency, how will I be involved with and connected to the Meeting community I find myself in?
And yet, there seems to be no potential permanent spiritual home at this point. Of course, I’ve only visited 2 Meetings, but I’ve virtually visited many more than that. I just don’t see where I’ll belong.
So, I don’t know where I’m headed next. I guess I’ll just have to be patient—not an easy thing for me, though.
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