Tomorrow I start classes.
It was three years ago that I admitted in a quarterly report at the the church I was serving that I needed to return to school. I knew then that it wasn’t time. Ten months after that I wasn’t serving at the church anymore but I still had a sense that it wasn’t time.
Throughout this transition I cried out in my soul [and out loud] “When will it be time?” Time to sell the house. Time to pack up. Time to head west. Time to start classes. When?
[Still sinking in.]
Time has finally come. Time to do the work of Text Soul & Culture. I’ve come to work. It’s time to work. It’s time.