Like most young Christians I suppose, when I was in college I was concerned about finding the place of "God's Will". "Where does God want me to be?" would often be a question I would ponder. I was not alone. Many of my friends would often ask the same things, in various ways and times. We were concerned about making the right choice at the right time lest we "move outside God's will".
The whole idea, of course, is quite mysterious. The generalities of what God's will are are fairly plain, but what really interests us are the intricate details and those we don't find in the Bible (I've looked). Of course that's where faith becomes critical. If every detail of God's plan were unfolded for me before it happened, that would render faith, well, rather unnecessary to say the least. But still, the question remains...
Green Holly Drive, Jesslyn Avenue, Baden Powell Drive, Westmount Drive, Vine St and White Oak Lane - these are the street names in which Casey and I (and the family) have lived in the past 7 years. Once upon a time we were quite restless about finding THE place that we would buy and live for the next few decades. However, these days we are more relaxed and even somewhat embrace our nomadishness. Like Abraham, we pretty much go in obedience even though we "do not know where we are going". For people that believe God's will is a place, finding that "place" is pretty darn important. And not knowing if you are there yet can leave you feeling restless and anxious...or worse. Well, I have to come to believe that God's will is not a place but rather a people, or even a person. That is, God leads us into and out of relationships that He intended for our good and our growth in the season he intended them. The key is to embrace the season and all the difficulties and pain that may encompass and be willing to enter into community - or communitas- with the people He has given us for the time we are there.





