blessings are sojourners

It took awhile, but Vince is finally on board with this idea (although he's still skeptical) of blessings as sojourners. In church this morning, I was scribbling and doodling and arrowing and marking on my journal pages (taking bullet notes is so overrated). Right when the service ended, I leaned over and said, "I figured it out!" pause, "Hoarders!" Vince, not surprised in the slightest, just waited for me to flesh it out. "Quarters?" "No... You know, blessings are meant to be always transferred, always moving, always given... but we love the blessing so much we keep it. We hoard it!"

He chuckled a little bit, "Oh... hoarders! Alright... I can see that."

I'm so thankful to have a cousin/friend who equally loves processing through ideas, asking questions, and challenging assumptions. This afternoon, I had to stop myself in other company and ask, "Is this too much?" Because sometimes I forget how spoiled I am to have such a friend around.

So, this idea that blessings are sojourners and we are hoarders has been rolling like a snowball and gaining serious speed and mass in my mind. This is week two of Perspectives class and the first several lessons focus almost exclusively on God's blessing - what it means for Christians and for the world. Pair that with a series in Ephesians at church and my personal obsession with the a la orden philosophy and I've got a dump truck of blessing on my hands. I'll let you in on the processing side of things, if you promise you won't reject it right away or laugh. Sometimes it's fun to throw something up on here that I don't think is finished quite yet. The thoughts still need punctuation and perhaps a more obvious thesis, but so do most of my posts I suppose.

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Blessings are sojourners.

They tread crowded roads and lonely trails to visit million dollar homes and corrugated metal shacks. They knock on expectant doors and ring doorbells of disinterested tenants. They dance with the leopards and race the rivers to the sea.

Blessings are sojourners.

They pack light. They carry purpose and reflect sunshine, but they are not weighed down. Their shoulders bear the weight of inheritance, but never long enough to slow their pace. They have no suitcase, no cargo pocket, no oversized handbag.

They are at home in motion.

Blessings are sojourners.

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