Years ago, while in high school, our pastor came to our youth group to give a talk. Although I would like to say I remember much of what he said, I do not. He said one thing that stuck with me, and here many years later, I remember it well. Pastor Mike said that although we think this world is our reality, it is not. This world is temporal, and soon we will be in our forever home- with Jesus experiencing actual reality.
Mr Brown was a stern and stoic music and band teacher. Had I known what he was like I would have never signed up to take clarinet and be a part of the band. He was a task master; there was no fooling around in his class! I was nine years old at the time and that shiny clarinet had wooed me into signing up. I wanted to be able to play it well. I just didn’t want to play the kind of pieces Mr. Brown was assigning. I tried everything I could to get out of practicing those pieces.
My husband gave me several books for Christmas, and so I have been reading a lot lately. I had forgotten how much I love to read a good book. “Traveling” to a place you have never been is one great benefit of reading. Jumping into history is another. Reading a good book can help the reader see from another’s perspective, have fresh insight, and challenge the reader to consider what they believe. And sometimes reading a good book can jog the memory regarding a truth once known but forgotten. But often, what I love about reading a good book is how my mind is stimulated to think more deeply, to ask more questions, and to grow in faith.
It was the late fall of 2012; I was beginning to think about a move to Paris, France. It wasn’t something I ever saw coming. No, if you had asked me where I might live, Paris was NOT one of the places. Maybe, Europe somewhere, but definitely Not France!