We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
-Eliot
There is a Voice calling me somewhere. I'm exploring, finding, arriving, departing.
Not that I'm a seeker; for I have found a path to walk on, though the legitimacy of that path is oft called into question.
Faith; always difficult to come to terms with - I envy and mistrust those who find it an easy task.
"Start with Scripture", go "Back to the Bible", "dig into the Word". And after that's all done, I find that I'm reading yet another new story.
That's the thing isn't it? To arrive is a contradiction, in arriving, one finds an alien familiarity.
Kind of like going home, familiar yet alien - just like Christ, so familiar, yet so strange.
Going home in Christ.
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