The Organ of Meaning

So, this past Thursday was my last day on campus in Western PA.

I’m still believing that we’ll be back after our year in Washington DC, but it’s still a little odd and sad. The thing that struck me on Wednesday night was that for the first time in nine years I won’t be spending any time in Edinboro this fall. Edinboro has grabbed up and influenced almost a decade of my life.

The past nine years has seen me begin to take my faith seriously, I met my wife as well as my best friend, I earned a degree in Communication Theory, I went into “the ministry”, I got married, moved out of Erie county for the first time. I’ve had 13 addresses, 8 phone numbers, my dad got married, my mom and step-dad moved to North Carolina, my Grandma Merry and Papa Bob died as well as my uncle Ken. I lost a roommate as well.

I picked up a new sport (or three), I moved away from the particulars of my childhood faith, I bought my first car, I’ve driven across the country twice, I’ve poured into countless lives and I’ve talked to at least 10 people while they worked through a decision to pursue a closer relationship with their Creator.

I’ve seen a whole lot happen – 9/11, a new war, Katrina, Virginia Tech, the Indian Ocean Tsunami & Columbine.

I’m very much looking forward to a year outside of Western Pennsylvania as well as the next 9 or 10 years. Except the next part involves me turning 30. Gurk.