It’s Time

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?

It’s time.


[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.