Homeward Gazing
It is convenient that the school year almost perfectly aligns with the Hebrew calendar, starting off in the Fall. This way I can gather both together and deal with them in my thoughts a little clearer. The year 5778 has been one unlike any I have ever experienced. Many things I thought I had known or been through before have been put to shame at their innocence. This year has been the bridging thoughts between William Blake's Song of Innocence to Song of Experience, and here I stand on the Echoing Green. One phrase has been forefront on my mind and in my breath day to day, "I want to go Home." By Home I don't mean Paradise Ca, I mean Paradise Eternal. I feel like Narnia is fading into something new but I might miss it if I do not hold fast to all that the L-rd is asking me to do. Feel is a key word here, because I know that there is no jeopardy in missing Paradise, but I want to enter it well, being faithful and courageous while in the Shadowlands. This year, I ...