This coming Sunday, as we begin a new series at my church, I’ll be sharing about the tension between being sojourners and settling down. Adopted, itinerant, and always looking beyond the horizon, I feel as if it’s taken my whole life to learn the value staying, and continuity, and place. Now, just as I’m starting to get it, my oldest daughter is leaving, moving to Europe for “awhile”, in response to God’s call on her life. Ironic isn’t it? I’m learning to settle as she’s picking up her tent and moving – both of us growing in response to God. I love her fiercely because we share so much. I’ll follow her here (and you can too) I’ll miss her deeply, daily. But I know she’s following the God of Abraham, and will be a blessing to many. Here’s her take on it, along with a family good bye video. I hope you enjoy both:
Now the Lord said to Abram, “Go forth from your country and from your relatives and from your father’s house, to the land which I will show you; and I will make you a great nation, and I will bless you, and make your name great, and so you shall be a blessing.” Genesis 12:1-2
Leaving is a loud presence lately, impossible to ignore four days from departure. It whispers to me as I take down the curtains in the Ingraham High School classroom where I’ve taught English for four years, taunts me with luggagey staging area that my parents’ basement has become. Leaving cheers from goodbye parties, smiles its way across from me in restaurants, reminds me that it’s the last time for a while. Soon we’ll be alone, leaving and I.
In a week I’ll be on my way to Europe, and the truth is that I’m excited to go. Along with the familiar allure new places and exploration, I’ll be teaching, which I love more every day. In the summer it will be Bible students at Tauernhof Bible School in central Austria. Beginning in August, my students will be the sixth- and seventh-grade children of missionaries at Black Forest Academy in southwestern Germany. I look ahead to this adventure with greater anticipation than has ever drawn me away before, excited to serve, rather than observe, the wide world that awaits.
Abram must have felt this. If FlannelGraph memory serves me, they were doing fine in Ur. Better than fine, they were rich and respected. It’s easy to follow God away from somewhere awful, but those aren’t the people of faith whose lives inspire me to live bravely and trust God. Leave this? Abram must have asked. Maybe he thought that the sky above the desert looked spectacular, sighed as he crossed the pass that shut the door on seventy-five good years in Ur. But he still went, not asking when or if he was coming back, content to follow God further down the path of greatness, promised yet unknown.
That’s how I feel going out this week. I am rich in family and friends, rich in the blessings of home and belonging. I’m leaving home knowing in God’s calling that home is waiting for me, half a world away. Because even the ninth graders know that home isn’t a building or a city; Abraham learned that it wasn’t a country or even a family. Home is Christ. And in pursuit of home I’ll go anywhere, for however long it takes to get there.