Vagabond

vag·a·bond (văg’É™-bÅ�nd’)
n.

1. A person without a permanent home who moves from place to place.
2. A vagrant; a tramp.
3. A wanderer; a rover.

adj.

1. Of, relating to, or characteristic of a wanderer; nomadic.
2. Aimless; drifting.
3. Irregular in course or behavior; unpredictable.

vagabond

adjective

Leading the life of a person without a fixed domicile; moving from place to place: itinerant, nomadic, peripatetic, vagrant.

I’m supposed to be packing, but instead I’m blogging. Perhaps when I’m done, I will have a renewed vigor to pack… perhaps not.

So I’m moving again. I tend to move a lot, almost yearly. It’s a hassle and a lot of work, but I really do enjoy it.

Where I’ve lived in my 26 years:
Childhood
Portage WI
Portage WI (new house)
Adulthood
Saint Louis Park MN
Eden Prairie MN
Saint Louis Park MN
Crystal MN
Saint Louis Park MN
Minneapolis MN (as of 5/30/05)

I seem to like Saint Louis Park, MN, perhaps I’ll move back here in a year 😉

The funny thing is, moving is a bit of a spiritual experience for me… it reminds me that this earth is not my home, the I was created to walk in the Garden with my God in cool of the day.

Taking stock of all I own, placing it into small boxes and toting it across town is a humbling experience- I really have very little (yet I have so much compared to most of the world). What I mean is, I have lots of stuff – TVs (3), Computers (2), Video Game Systems (too many), furniture, dishes, a cat, etc.

In the end though, I simply have stuff. Stuff is not permanent- it will all, rot, decompose or fade away some day (except the Styrofoam…) as will I.

Now this is the place where most Christians would launch into some Gospel message about how you can be sure of where you go when you die. I am not that kind of Christian. I believe I will go to be with God when I die… I’m not sure what that will look like or feel like, and some days I’m not sure of even that.

You see, my faith is not about a ticket to an eternal paradise, my faith is based on living a transformed life in this time, right now, and if I get to heaven, great. If I rot in the ground, at least I lived my life for something someone (Jesus) who cares about me.

So… those are my spiritual moving thoughts. Now I have to decide if I will continue packing, or head to a friends house for dinner and Extreme Home Makeover. Hmmm…


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