Nearly ready to fly
We chose to go to the UK, which holds a few of our friends, and some fond memories for Lauralea and myself, and a few powerfully simple spiritual shaping moments for us.
We are heading north to hide out for a few days in the lake district. The plan is to chill and relax and read and walk and sleep and write. Just live in a village for a while. Go to church, shop, buy some used books at the local Oxfam store, lunch at the local pub, you know, just live.
The second part is to visit Toni and Chris for a few days. Internet strangers who have become friends over the years and the miles. I'm looking forward to being with them and sharing our stories again. Who knows how many times we may have to do that again.
Finally we plan to make our way to London for two days to connect with the London Mennonite Centre people again, fifteen years since our last visit. That last visit was profound for me and the short version is that after that visit I stopped trying to not be a pastor. I accepted the calling I had been fighting with for nearly ten years.
Yes, two days in London, and then back to the field and the coming of winter to end the year of us.
It's more of a thanksgiving tour I think. Grateful hearts for the years we've shared together, remembering shared experiences, and giving thanks to God whose given us these years.
Pretty cool indeed.
You have yourself some fun too while this place is quiet, ok?
Night, from the field.