My family and I got an out-of-blue opportunity to spend a couple of nights outside of the cities at a condo in the northern country. It was a gift from the Lord to get away before winter sets in. The autumn is my favorite time of year in Minneapolis (unless its spring or summer).
Lots of the time away was still spent working and studying, but the air was cleaner and the nights were like vacation. It was a wonderful time and enough space to provoke some thought.
I would not like to live somewhere like that, way out there in the country. It is too disconnected. There aren’t enough people out there and my vocation has everything to do with people. But I wondered, “Is it people that I would miss out here?” . . . “Isn’t it a break from the hustle and bustle of people that make such a trip so satisfying?” . . . “what about this would get old?”
It dawned on me that it wasn’t only people I’d miss, but consumption. It was good to get away from all the advertisements, all the industry, all the commercial. And it would be the absence of these things that would be missed after a while. Is this is my Americanism seeping through? Or is this part and parcel to culture, and therefore, people?
I think its both, but people mainly. I like culture. I like people and their work. I like to be around that, loving the good and hating the bad.
And my hope is that all of my indigenous USA appetites would give way to a pilgrim principle that craves a better city—one that has lots of people, from every tribe and tongue and nation.