I told a friend of mine yesterday, I feel like I’m in the process of leaving the Old Country headed for the new, but there is a long dark journey to be made inbetween. I wonder how many people decide to stay on the shores of the Old Country even though they know there is no real life there anymore. They stand longingly at the banks of an ocean they have to cross. God is calling them to cross that ocean, even providing a boat that He says would rival the ark of Noah. Problem is, he’s making no promises about the weather, or about just who will survive the journey.
But it’s pretty sure the old you won’t.
Donald Miller’s Blue Like Jazz is a message from a man at sea. But by God, he makes me think there’s a New World out there after all.