19th
Okay, it wouldn’t be a Mike story if something didn’t go wrong. I don’t try to make this go awry, but I’m pretty sure its genetic.
Not thirty minutes after I told the blog I was in Ripon, I travelled out to the cabin (10:30ish). As I pulled up to the dark cabin and started to unload, I heard a dog bark and a light came on inside. I rechecked my confirmation letter and, though I had the cabin reserved, someone was in it. Cue the rain. Feeling flustered and not wanting a situation, I took off. As I drove away, I remembered that my friend Paul had given me a key to his cabin in Waupaca weeks ago. So I got out the map and headed north.
It was a long hour of driving roads with numbers but no names. It was raining and deer kept running out to meet my mini van. I was tucked into bed by 12:30 at the other cabin. Classic.
Sabbatical has taught me this. I miss my church family. It has been good to see the Kingdom of God being expressed in different places in different ways. But as this extended time away continues and my pile of not-my-church bulletins grows, I feel the tug of our unique and truly amazing church body. I especially miss the laughter and off-beat style.
I know that being in a community is clumsy and lots of work. In a real community you are known more than you want to be. You know others more than you might like to. But for all its rigors and trials, it is better to be in community with others than to not. It is healthy and important to know others and to be known.