Yesterday I completed the construction of a bridge spanning over two thousand miles and thirteen years. I sang Suzanne Toolan's "The Call" with two other young women during the 10:30 liturgy at St. Augustine's Episcopal Parish. This is a song I learned at Historic St. Peter Church (now the Community of St. Peter), and it is a song that gave me a taste of the potential for liturgy and symbol to crash together to reveal the holy.
Leave all things you have and come and follow me, Jesus urges.
Thirteen years and two thousand miles later, I hesitate to leave behind all I've accumulated on this journey. My baggage is mine to keep.
But the invitation is so insistent, echoing softly even when I clang and screech.
Could I just leave it all behind me? Would I be doing it for the right reasons? What if everything changed as a result?
And come and follow me.
Leave all things you have and come and follow me, Jesus urges.
Thirteen years and two thousand miles later, I hesitate to leave behind all I've accumulated on this journey. My baggage is mine to keep.
But the invitation is so insistent, echoing softly even when I clang and screech.
Could I just leave it all behind me? Would I be doing it for the right reasons? What if everything changed as a result?
And come and follow me.
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