Last night at dinner, The Quiet Husband and The Gregarious Son urged me to start looking beyond my home presbytery for a church. Think about where we might like to live in the future, they said. Go for it. Words like Oregon and North Carolina and Florida and New England came up. Michigan and Virginia. Pennsylvania. I felt energized and somewhat freed, and scrolled through every opening posted online by the PC(USA) after I got home.
This morning I woke up and thought, How ridiculous. What a prospective practical, emotional, familial, marital, and financial disaster we are contemplating. Not to mention that I have a life here: house, friends, spiritual direction, teaching. I can't possibly Start All Over.
Before going out, I flipped through the material I will be covering with the Methodist women's discussion group tonight. Go, says God to Abraham and Sarah. Go to a completely new place. Hmmm, I thought, in a most unserious kind of way.
I went out for my early morning walk and stopped, as I often do, halfway around, to sit on a bench overlooking Lower Lake and listen to Pray As You Go. Some music, a reading, some questions and time for prayer. I didn't like today's music at all, but I was too lazy to switch to yesterday's or tomorrow's. And so I made it to the reading, and there they were, the three of them again, with God telling Abraham and Sarah to get going. To a new place.
You are NOT serious, I said to God.
Which I am pretty sure is exactly what Sarah said. Many times, and the moving was the least of it.