Adrift. I suppose more than any other word, it captures how I ended my first week on the road. More than the last two trips, I find my forehead is in permanent furrow, eyes squinting as I try to make sense from this side of my GoPro.
This feeling has not been helped by my new determination to examine the role that radio might be contributing to these moments. To that end, I have been listening to the local talk radio and Christian broadcasting networks. While there are many uplifting and considered arguments being made, I am stunned silent by the preponderance of both political and theological ‘end-times’ rhetoric. More on that and some observations in future posts.
But then, it was Sunday morning in Shawnee, Oklahoma. Eight years ago I wandered into the University Baptist Church and found a faith community that touched my heart and lifted my spirits. The music and the children’s sermon (even young Dhamon stomping his feet as they read John 3:16) was delightful.
Dr. Steven Dominy is now the pastor his sermon spoke of the true gift of surrender upon discovering Christ. Steve (he insisted) was kind enough to actually remember my last visit and make time for me before heading off with his congregation. His patience (I had some technical issues) and kind spirit was just the mooring that I needed. It was a gift. I am so very thankful.