What place is mine?

June 29, 2011

Times of transition are tough.  We
currently find ourselves up to our ears in boxes and and clutter and
mess as we prepare to pack up and head back across the Rockies next week
to begin a new chapter in our lives as family.  We have done this
moving thing a number of times now, but it never gets easier.  It is
simultaneously celebratory, reflective, disorienting, emotionally
exhausting, and painful.  This Sunday will be my last one in Nanaimo,
and “last ones” aren’t easy.  What do you say at times like these, to
people who have played such an important and formative role in your
story?  How do you encapsulate three years into a single sermon?  How do
you come up with something coherent and meaningful to say in the midst
of all this mental/emotional/physical dislocation?

I’ve been spending some time in Kathleen Norris’s Dakota: A Spiritual Geography over
the last little while, which has given me much to think about as we
prepare to return to our roots.  Norris returned to her grandmother’s
house in a small town in South Dakota after years spent in more
appealing locales such as Hawaii and Manhattan.  We are about to embark
upon a similar, if less extreme, journey—Vancouver Island is probably
less exotic than Hawaii, southern Alberta, not as remote as South
Dakota.  In both cases, though, it is coming home, with all that this
entails.

In one chapter, Norris remarks that “when
modern Americans ask ‘what is sacred?’ they are really asking ‘what
place is mine?’”  As we walk through a week of difficult goodbyes here
on Vancouver Island and look ahead to the next phase of our lives in
southern Alberta, as we reflect upon how these years away from the
places of our birth have shaped us as human beings and followers of
Jesus, and as we anticipate what it will be like to re-enter a familiar
community, the answer to the question “what place is mine?” seems
obvious.

Both.

Originally posted at Rumblings.