Adam and Eve in the Garden
And he was amazed at their unbelief. Then he went about among the villages teaching. He called the twelve and began to send them out two by two, and gave them authority over the unclean spirits. He ordered them to take nothing for their journey except a staff; no bread, no bag, no money in their belts; but to wear sandals and not to put on two tunics. He said to them, “Wherever you enter a house, stay there until you leave the place. If any place will not welcome you and they refuse to hear you, as you leave, shake off the dust that is on your feet as a testimony against them.” So they went out and proclaimed that all should repent. ~The Gospel of Mark 6:6-12
I’m in the process of moving.
I’ve been moving for the last 8 years.
At times I seem to crawl. At other times I move too quick to catch my breath.
I’m moving – physically – mentally – spiritually.
I’m packing and unpacking all that is dear and displeasing.
I’ve jammed my old lucrative career into overflowing plastic bins, sitting stationary on the studio floor. I’m indecisive whether to repack it for storage or to just let it go. Let it become a memory – a story that defines but does not limit who I am.
I am moving and I do not need the things I used to need.
I am shaking the dust off of my feet. It’s not that in the past they didn’t listen to me or like what I said –I simply was not speaking the right language. I spoke a language of me and more – of self and consumption – rather than a language of we and gifting.
This new language did not happen suddenly in a flash of insight rather it is happening on this long walk, with a community of believers that I am blessed to be part of.
Jesus called the twelve to leave things behind – extra tunics, bread, bags and money. Rely on the hospitality of community he said. Be vulnerable to others and in turn heal them!
So, I too leave things behind, hoping that they do not cause others to stumble.
I follow the path of discard – humility – self-forgetfulness
What courage they who go ahead of me must have to be sent out into service for the world.
In service to the world that we were born into on day six.
Claiming the bond of reciprocity.
Jesus sent the twelve out two by two – in community.
We are called by God to work in community.
We are sent out in community to encourage others to turn from that which brings suffering towards the abundant life of Love.
So we find ourselves moving – moving into a world that needs less and less but gives more and more.
A flourishing withering world shimmering in diversity connected through community.
We are invited in our de-creation to re-create.
To move in our imaginations into potentials.
Our ministry together is waiting to be unpacked in a tumble of words and images.
Words upon words vying for space in our new life.
Image upon image breaking in to inspire new ways of being.
On the edge of recognition new possibilities wait.
A new day is dawning full of gratitude and care.
A new awareness of the place in which we move.
Awakening to the home I have always been in, a world of wonder and awe, basking in Love.
Lord, your summons echoes true when you but call our name. Let us turn and follow you and never be the same. In your company we’ll go where your love and footsteps show. Thus we’ll move and live and grow in you and you in us.
We are moving.
Thanks be to God.
 Paraphrase of the last verse of “The Summons” TFWS#2130
Octateuch fol. 43v., 12th century, tempera on parchment. Topkapi Palace Museum, Istanbul, Marmara, Turkey. Minneapolis College of Art and Design.