Hope and Nancy and I are on a road trip. Just a short trip to the Chicago area to see my sisters and my mom and Andrew and Allie.
We’ve been talking about a lot on the road and sitting around tables. Food, family history (old and new), sleep, plans, vacations. And we’ve been talking about God. Exploring, explaining, two and three generations joining in. We all start, simply, with our acceptance that God is. But then we go. Sharing experiences, sermons, stories. God may not always be the topic, but he’s always involved.
All of us lost an anchor this year. A husband, a dad, a grandfather. All of us, one time or another, have cried during the past month, missing him. But we all, I think, have been aware of a peace that makes no sense during this time. My mom in particular talks about this peace she’s had. This year she lost her partner of 55 years, her home of fourteen, and the edges of 80 years of memory. But she talks about the peace she has. To the people around her, to her kids, to her grandkids, to her self.
In his teaching about the law, Moses tells the people of Israel that
These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.
We often think this looks like Sunday school. But I think it looks less like that and more like talking around a table at Panera, in a small assisted-living living room, in a suburban dining room, in a car on US 30 somewhere in Indiana, at McDonalds now, and wherever you are sitting reading.
See you next year. Thanks for the last three.