two thoughts as of late.  not my own.  of course.  (sorry Joanna.)

 

 

"Whoever joins God's liberation movement must be content to spend time in the wilderness, to live in tents & not know what the morrow brings." -Elizabeth O'Conner-

 

 

 

i like that one.

 

and this second thought comes from this WR friend ....

 

 

 

"I will be found by you, declares the Lord, and I will restore your fortunes and gather you from all the nations and places where I have driven you, declares the Lord, and I will bring you back to the place from which I sent you into exile."

This is Jeremiah 29:14, and it hits home. Because deep in my bones, I've always felt like an exile. Even when I was much younger, I had an existential ache, an ennui, an episodic but persistent melancholy--an undeniable feeling that something is deeply wrong about this place, this Earth. That somehow, it is not our home.

And yeah, that feeling was what finally drove me into God's arms when I was 21. But it didn't go away--in fact I've learned a lot more about it. There is something wrong with this place! There's profound tragedy in being so distant from God in this spectacularly broken world. I feel truly as if, buried in my soul's brain, or buried even in the collective unconscious of our prodigal species . . . somehow we remember what's like to be united with our Creator, with our loving Savior. That must be where the dissonance comes from. Somehow, this world is just not what we expected.

Can one remember something that hasn't happened yet?

I think this memory is what causes me, in particular, to wander. Somehow, the life of a pilgrim seems right in my spirit. Somehow, nomadism seems to line up with what I know about our human condition, and what I know about our Savior, and what He says about what happens when we go looking for Him.

And I've been looking.