Two weeks ago I was in Provo, Utah, presenting a paper at the “Kierkegaard and the Present Age” conference. I got to spend time with a lot of fellow Kierkegaardians, and see some beautiful mountains.
|Somewhere between SLC and Provo|
Then, I stopped by Baltimore, Maryland for AAR/SBL, where I met face-to-face for the first time with the fine folks of Religion Dispatches. I also heard a lot of smart people speak on panels, listened to Wendell Berry read some poems, and met up with fellow Duke alums who are now scattered all over the place. It was like a big ol’ theological family reunion. From there I flew to Grand Rapids, Michigan, where I was able to see a dear, dear friend from Hope College.
|"It's a metaphor!"|
Now I am in Kalamazoo, Michigan, also known as the place where I spent the first nineteen years of my life. “Home” is a good place to slow down for a while (though I admit I’ve been grading papers and catching up on work half the time I’ve been here). It’s a blessing to be with my family, who I don’t see nearly as much as I’d like to. My next stop is a short stay in Chicago with another college friend, before I head back to the other place I call home -- Durham, North Carolina.
|Me: Flurries! Southern friend: Around here,|
we don't call snow like that "flurries!"
Here’s something I’m learning this year: I love to travel, but I love to come home. The thing I miss most (besides my cat and my bike, I guess) when I travel is the good people of Chapel Hill Mennonite Fellowship. Tomorrow I’ll spend the first Sunday of Advent with the folks at Kalamazoo Mennonite Fellowship, and by next week I’ll be back teaching Sunday School to some tiny southern mennonite kiddos, and I couldn’t be more pleased.
Happy [liturgical!] New Year!