“How can someone be born when they are old?” Nicodemus asked. “Surely they cannot enter a second time into their mother’s womb to be born!” (John 3:4 NIV)
There is a curious element of rebirth. In order to curiously poke out to see what life is, it first must die. We tend to be not fond of death. Strangely, we’re not always fond of life either. Both can be scary, the former in that its the end, the latter in that it must be faced. Maybe that’s why we have to die, not physically, but die, so we can realize we weren’t really alive anyway.
I like the idea of rebirth. It’s hopeful. And it’s central to Christianity. It’s more than hopeful though, because theologically-speaking, we are dead already, and in need of life, the life that Jesus won for us by dying. So, I won’t want to reduce it to new beginnings, but I also am thankful that there are new beginnings, that I am not destined to be whoever I was and fated to never be who I am.
Those who have followed this blog and found it through some random Google search, realize I haven’t written here in awhile. The reason for that, if there is a concrete one, is that I ran out of things to say. There were related factors too. I started exploring the idea of other vocational paths, which included getting counsel. My life got to be very busy and I also ran out of desire to keep up on all the blogs and to keep on writing. In short, I hit a wall.
Since January 2010, I have spent in month in Africa (Uganda & Rwanda) and have been living in Southeast Asia since July 2011. I’ve been looking into grad schools and even applied to a few. I expect to be stateside again this fall.
I’ve had some good opportunities here, but mostly, I’m learning once again to trust and be thankful. That, and I think it’s time to put my heart out there again in this space. Shalom.