Transitions

Philippians 4:7 Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

There are those times in our lives that tend to put our lives into perspective. There is absolutely nothing like a move to do just that. It is like a palpable anxiety. You really do look around at all of your stuff and it does get a bit overwhelming as to just where to begin. But you do. You have to. It clearly is a classic case of denial to not begin to get some cardboard boxes and enter into the moving process by starting to unload dresser drawers of their contents of shirts and shorts and then put them into those boxes.

You come across – or at least I did – things that I can only categorize as stuff. I found myself shaking my head and saying out loud, why in the world did I keep that? or oh, that’s where that went.

Like I wrote earlier, a move does put life in perspective. Faded pictures of family were amongst the boxes showing Anne, and our children Neil, Drew, Kelly, Preston in varying phases of our marriage and of parenthood. Anne and I have been married 33 years. Exclamation point. Our children are all now in some process of lives independent of us.

I am glad that amongst other boxes obscure papers were kept. There were just some of those obscure papers in a box labeled Pension and Disability. They are the detailed and complex medical records that I needed to obtain both of those financial items of my pension and disability in order to simply pay bills. One of the pieces of medical paperwork in particular was a picture of my scalp with a letter C-shaped scar in stitches from one of my surgeries. There are other photos of different operations that show similarly shaped scars.

I know that many of you have heard my testimony of my return to the Institutional Church, and more importantly, my return to God. I left. God did not. Nevertheless, that will be another article.

I do want to emphasize that I do not take health for granted – or life for that matter. I am amongst the walking wounded here at Good Shepherd. It may be the outer and visible signs of our physical health; it could be the spiritual and emotional wounds that are not visible whatsoever. But on June 13 and before then about 50 of you came or texted or emailed or called and supported me in my move from one place to the next. Thank you! Two hours was all it took, although I did have some help the day before from one parishioner as we moved three pieces of furniture.

After a prayer, everyone left. I stared at all of my stuff again. It was too overwhelming this time to simply begin that process of putting my possessions back into some semblance of what would become their proper place. And when I thought I could get a bit of a Sabbatical from transitions, I received an email from Anne that showed our son Preston giving a classic “thumbs up” just as he was about board a plane to take him to his internship to Krygyzstan. Transitions equal possibilities.

What is going on in your life right now that is a transition? What possibility could it bring?

Direct us, O Lord, in all our doings with thy most gracious favor, and further us with thy continual help; that in all our works begun, continued, and ended in thee, we may glorify thy holy Name, and finally, by thy mercy, obtain everlasting life; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. Book of Common Prayer, p. 832