Besides the obvious neglect of blogging during my Israel travels, adventures never cease. My time in Israel was a mental break from contemplating the state and experiences of humanity in relation to God. I wandered the streets of Jerusalem with voices I wouldn't have expected and found myself part of a millennium of pilgrims connecting with an ancient narrative.
I stepped back into the western hemisphere roughly and was met with a string of bad luck most would attribute to a graverobber's curse. There were hours when I thought my American life was rejecting me. With thanks to many friends and family, all was not lost and I could manage to pay my bills (the usual and unexpected). Conditions before I went to Israel returned with a vengeance. My responsibilities seized me and I began my final year of the M.Div feeling more broken than renewed. Beyond responsibilities, news reached me that stole a part of me. It is true that you never know what is a part of you until it goes missing.
Upon reflection of my M.Div career, these few years have been a time of breaking rather than renewal. And I hope to God the words of Isaiah are reliable as I wait upon the Lord to give me renewed strength to prepare for the next step of my life.
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