A Long Journey

I’ve looked back over my trek as a minister, and, wow, I’ve trudged a long way. I don’t know what to think. The point at which I started seems so distant and elementary. I appreciate the people who helped begin my journey, but as far as clinging to their protected beliefs and dogmas—to a great extent I’ve moved on.

I’ve entered new lands of exploration far removed from the walls of propositions I comfortably believed protected and defined me. Now, the city of my former paradigm sits in ruin. I’ve journeyed to new places leaving behind the comforts and securities that really weren’t.

Around every corner I’m startled by new discoveries and pursuits. With each step I take, I lose my breath in fear of what could happen. The path I’m taking scares me and offers little security. But I know it leads to God because that is all I want. He is the city of refuge I seek. His walls won’t crumble. I’ll get there. I’m not alone…and that’s what keeps me going.