I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
This morning Karen and I are at Townsend, Tennessee. “The peaceful side of the mountains.” We prefer this place to all the places around the beautiful Smokies.
It got me to thinking, and praying, about the ways we describe ourselves.
I’m a beach, or mountain, person.
I’m an introvert or extrovert.
I’m a workaholic or easygoing.
I’m a liberal or conservative.
I like roller coasters or walks in the woods.
You get the idea.
All of those seem to be ways to differentiate ourselves from one another.
Unless the differentiation is intended to alienate others, or elevate myself, or shout my confusion about who I am.
In our faith we learn to differentiate not to draw lines between but to emphasize the connection to. The Book we read describes the whole thing as a Body, with dynamic, indispensable connections if we are to function as intended.
Yesterday, as The Cutie and I were driving here, we got to chatting about heaven. Yep. We are the age when that gets more important.
We get hung up sometimes on the symbolic language sometimes associated with that ultimate reality.
My own hang up is that heaven is the place/time/dimension, whatever, in which we function as intended.
My experience has always supported this hang up. In my marriage when we function as intended it is heaven. Same for my friendships. And Church.
And as I travel this Highway I am becoming more certain that my hang up isn’t a hang up.
It is exactly the reality that changes the conversation.
And I see the destination, the realization, with great clarity when I aim higher.