Trading spaces

Cambridge, England

A series of significant moves this past week, all of which have provided a change in perspective, and hopefully this year a radical movement of the heart.

There was the cybermove here;
the move to a beautiful house near the train station and the eclectic Mill Road;
and the refurbishment of my room in Calgary, Canada (not a move, but a change nonetheless).

To speak of the coincidence of these three changes can only testify to God's goodness, and the way He opened a succession of doors within the time frame of seven days. This last week I witnessed the immediacy of action and was allowed a taste of what it means to be circumscribed in a will greater than my own. After hearing about these events, my best friend appositely remarked: 'Wow, this is so not about you'. There is a thin line I tread between overestimating my role in this will and ingratitude; for not to recognise the impossibility (and therefore the singularity) of these events is to refuse to acknowledge the shaping hand through it all. I cannot find any other explanation for the incredible movements and the conversations and blessings that have couched each change, and I am learning (see Pastor Marvin's sermon) that there is a difference between dreaming vertically rather than horizontally. My hope for this year is that I enter into the former.

I think this year is about public spaces, mental and physical. It's the recognition that things are not my own, and that there is responsibility for every action taken. It is the responsibility that accompanies the pursuit of knowledge (which is not in itself the end but an effect of the ultimate pursuit of the ultimate Truth). It's about questioning first principles and starting from the centre to which God has called us. It's about something else.