Dismantel
January 31st, 2006It is tragic when someone looses their “life” (as in work, home, community, belongings, etc.) in an unexpected event. The crisis in loss beyond your control is felt as your life taken from you. A devastatingly painful change, especially for those without a hope of heaven.
It is quite different to give up my DC life. There is great joy and freedom in choosing to sacrifice all that I have. And of course hope is what makes the medicine go down. It is a difficult, careful and intentional process to separate myself from all that I know. A big question is: How do I measure the value of something? By how often I use it? By sentimental value? By the length of time I’ve had it or the distance that it came to be here? By how unusual or difficult it was to obtain? My posessions represent something about me (experiences, interests, passions). In this process of giving them up I am evaluating my identity. And I mean more than the carvings, music or pictures. Posessions is to include the people, places and activities that I have invested in. What I call my turf. I belong to them as much as they belong to me. In many ways I can never loose them because they have changed me. This familiar and comfortable life has strengthened me in order to make the decision to leave it. This day holds great joy as I seek to answer the call of my Lord to whatever and wherever He leads me.