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Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Was I born to be a Rambling Man? Probably not.

I'm in the middle of the week one of three weeks of travel away from my family. I'm training for a new job and it is necessary for me so that I can serve the student I will be teaching.

There are some pros. While I love my wife, we have different food tastes. When she says Panera, I hear over priced rabbit food. I love craft beer; she loves fruit wines. So this means that I get to eat where ever I want (like New Albanian Brewing where I am sitting composing this. I get to exercise. I get put the temp where I want it. Watch whatever sports I want to watch (during the Women's World Cup and NBA finals). Meals don't have to be cooked and dishes don't have to be done.

While those things are great, going out to eat gets old. I miss me wife's cooking (and my wife's company). I get stick of not having couches to lay on. I miss my kids smiling and yelling "da-da!" as I walk in the door. I miss know where places are without having to look it up. Not having access to a laundry machine and a refrigerator is a barrier to planning as well.

The cons are much more pronounced. The feeling that nothing is my own is unsettling. The movement and lack of sure plans for two weeks makes it hard to imagine how refugees do it. I guess they get a new "normal" or a travel wilbury. Maybe it is different if traveling is down in a group (or not alone). But there is still a longing for a place to rest. A place to settle down.

The Christian life is a lot like this. It is easy to enjoy momentary joy of the "freedom" only to succumb to the burden of the monotony of clean up/tear down/move.

When I travel, I am reminded of Ephesians 2:18:22:
For through him we both have access in one Spirit to the Father. So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God, built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Christ Jesus himself being the cornerstone, in whom the whole structure, being joined together, grows into a holy temple in the Lord. In him you also are being built together into a dwelling place for God by the Spirit.
(Ephesians 2:18-22 ESV)
The traveling uneasiness of my soul is now anchored in the union with the Father. I no longer an alien or sojourner. I have a home. This angst reminds me that this is how I need to feel daily on this planet. I am far to easily satisfied.

I am traveling but I am not far from home.

1 comment:

ivycapjoe said...

First student to find your old blog and comment. Pretty cool! -Joe P