Rachel and I spent about 36 hours in Nacogdoches over the weekend. We stayed with friends of ours – a great family I’ve known now for 18 years.
It feels wierd to think that I have had friends for so long. This month also marks my 20th anniversary of graduating from seminary.
I grew up in a navy family, then I became an itinerant minister. I have never lived in the same town for more tha 4 1/2 years. I tend to think of life in segments of 4 1/2 years or less.
But spending time with these friends now gives me a different perspective. We met when they invited my daughter (then 2) to their oldest daughter’s 3rd birthday party. Their daugther turned 21 last week.
Though I know not everyone is as mobile through their life as I have been, many people are even more so. The notion of being deeply rooted in one place is mythic for most of us.
As you face living such a mobile life, do you feel nomadic, or do you feel like a pilgrim? Do you see yourself wandering from place to place, from year to year, even from decade to decade with no sense of direction or purpose?
Spending a weekend with long-time friends has helped ground me in the peace of knowing that my life is truly going somewhere. While I don’t know exactly where, visiting the last 18 years in memory and talking about directions we have now, I gained a perspective this weekend that is wonderful to ponder.