A Change in Direction
There’s a line from T.S. Eliot that has accompanied me for several years now. It comes from his 1941 Poem “Little Gidding” and it goes something like this: 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. I have carried it with me around the world and back again, multiple times over. It has spoken to my own love of exploration and sense of wanderlust. Now, however, it takes on a different kind of resonance – that of a homecoming of sorts. For, you see, after 8 years and 31 days, 342,000 miles flown, and countless cups of chai, impromptu dance breaks, and “Bwana Yesu Asifiwe’s” my time as Director of Bega Kwa Bega on behalf of the Saint Paul Area Synod will be coming to a close in a few weeks’ time. There’s been a change in direction. I’ve received a new call. This past weekend the people of Shepherd of the Valley Lutheran Church in Apple Val...
