You can't go home...or can you?

riding in the other day, there was a coolness in the air. spring hits hard here. everything is green and the fragrance of blossoms and cattle fill the air.

it is like i came home this week.

back to where we stepped out in faith for the first time.

back to when we followed God because we had no choice. He either came through or we were gonna not make it. he did. we did.

back to the first ministry position. where i was taught to love and treasure the word, the body.

funny how far we wander. away from the foundations that were laid. away from things that never go out of date. away from simplicity away from who we are.

what is even funnier is where we wander to. toward philosophy and theory. toward newness based on a false premise. toward self satisfaction, self appreciation and complication.

when i started this blog a few years ago, i realized that this was the beginning of a journey.

now, it seems this journey has led me back home. back to the beginning.

there is so much to unpack now that i am here. i have tried to rush this process, but God wont let me. so i take out one item at a time, look at it and lay it down, or put it in the keep pile. there are some things that i packed early on that i still need. stuff i packed when i left here. i will carry it with me when i leave.

i am not a big fan of spending time going over and over things in the past. most of the time it is just better to move on. but sometimes...sometimes, it is good to journey back to where it all started. reset the compass, kill some stuff, and remember.

tomorrow night i will speak to the youth group at the church i served in when i started out 13 years ago.

funny. there is no wondering about what to talk about. just like there was no wondering about what to say then...

wont be here much longer. but...

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine

Staying home to watch the rain

And you are young and life is long

And there is time to kill today

And then one day you find Ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run

You missed the starting gun And you run,

and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter Never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to nought

Or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

The time is gone The song is over Thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again I like to be here when I can

When I come home cold and tired

It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away across the field

The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spells...Pink Floyd