History gives no one in particular credit for originating
this truth. It must be too
true. That is to say no one is immune to
its truth. We are implicated, each and
every one of us, one way or another, not always but at least once.
For me it is the old habit of calling Athens home and of
suffering its gravitational pull each evening. I’ll just have to be patient and let the new
pull of the Mason’s guest house and my computer in the rector’s office and
walking up and down Dixie Avenue work their way into my bones and blood. Until then I’m a creature of US 441 or Price
Mill Road, pick your poison.
But gravity is not the only force acting through me. I should admit to a little fear of what the
future holds. Okay . . . more than a
little, sometimes. Please understand
that I am comforted by knowing I am not alone in this venture. We have chosen to covenant together toward a
new way of being and doing and growing what is already and is not yet the
Church of the Advent, Madison, GA. That’s how the realm of God works.
My fears, apprehensions, doubts, seem to rise out of the
mystery, the unknown, the experimental nature of our learning new habits. But learn I must, the patterns need time to
seep into the roots, to carve themselves into the foundation.
“Old habits die hard,” is true . . . right now. But it is true because a new set of habits
are emerging, marking their territory, coming home to place they’ve not yet
called home.
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