Loop Walkers

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My view this morning from a park bench in Seoul’s Sajik Park. As early walkers looped past me every so often, I considered my last morning on foreign soil.

Tomorrow, we wake up in Hawaii.

Today, on a bench — I read in the Old Testament about something the Israelites did after arriving in the land they’d been promised. They offered up the first, best parts of their new harvest … they recited together all the ways they’d been rescued by a Holy Hand … they bowed their heads in worship … and they celebrated.

It was the end of a journey and they marked the moment in a special way.

It was a moment to remember and re-tell their Story. Then, looking ahead … they claimed the same Rescue, the same Story, in the days to come.

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Our round-the-world journey is ending, of course — and we’re so thankful for how we’ve been rescued and cared for and helped and guided and protected and blessed along the way. There is such fruit from this journey to be harvested.

I’m also thankful for the journey RIGHT NOW — for that couple walking past my park bench, for that woman’s radio in her back pocket blaring “Call Me Maybe,” for that man who walks past while shaving with an electric razor, for that pigeon resting in the dust of an empty clearing in the park. This is fruit for me, too.

My translation of the Old Testament passage that I read this morning in Seoul includes these CLOSING words for the Israelites to say together:

“So here I am. I’ve brought the firstfruits of what I’ve grown on this ground you gave me, O God.”

Those are my words now … as one journey ends … some journeys continue … and other journeys are yet to come. I claim Rescue and Story yesterday, today, and tomorrow. I mark these things.

So here we are.

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