“You must then say in the presence of the Lord your God, ‘My ancestor Jacob was a wandering Aramean who went to live as a foreigner in Egypt. His family arrived few in number, but in Egypt they became a large and mighty nation.
Deuteronomy 26:5
The “pack, sort, sell, donate, trash, store, recycle, save” theme has continued this week and then some. Rebekah and I are spending most of our time working at my parents’ house and – finally – I believe we are making significant progress.
But this one question has come back around, as we find ourselves, once again, loading a vehicle with stuff and driving hundreds of miles. “Are we maybe remnants of some nomadic people?”
Seriously. It seems relentless. How many times, over the years, have we loaded up and taken stuff – so much stuff – somewhere else?
A few of the items that are going to Orland this weekend (and also some of the things we took to Michigan last month) started out in a town near London, went with my parents to the south coast of England, changed apartments and houses five times over the next 28 years, hopped the S S Canberra for a trip across the North Atlantic, made their way to three different Florida houses over 34 years, and took a Mayflower to North Carolina for a decade before heading off on their latest excursions.
Yes, we absolutely are nomads.
But it’s all good. Because my father was a wandering Aramean. That’s just the way things are. And because of that (and so much more) we are best described as Citizens of the World. There’s no telling where that wandering tea-trolly will end up. But at least it has wheels!
Peace and more peace – DEREK
