I returned to the good ole USA on Monday afternoon. Besides trying to readjust my body clock and sleeping patterns, I have been reflecting on the time I spent in Kenya. I woke up Tuesday morning and put my keys in my right front pocket and my wallet in my back pocket. It hit me as I headed out the door that I had just lived for two weeks without a need for wallet or keys. Sure, I did have need of cash in Kenya, but it all sat nicely with my passport in a money belt. That passport felt like a ticket to freedom from control. The keys and wallet feel like the resumption of daily responsibilities, bills, commutes, meetings, car payments, and spending money on excess things.
Funny thing that I left behind my safety, security and control to go to Kenya but being there I felt anything but out of control. I felt a sense of the calmness that can only come from the surrender of the mundane everyday things that I so often cling to in order to maintain my illusion of control. Things like my wallet and keys. So here is to the choices in life that serve as passports to free our souls from the smallness of money and things, and here is to the Spirit of God who longs to give us freedom from the small things so we can grasp the things that make us truly alive.
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