I like the desert. It is one of the three places I can breathe. Another is the sky. I spent over thirty years in aviation: mechanic, engineer, pilot. Something was always missing for me. A void inside I tried to fill with job after job, career after career. One day I heard an echo within me of a voice from long ago. It was the echo of a voice that existed from before time and had spoken me into existence and was calling me back. It was the voice of Jesus; “Follow Me,” He said. And now I do.
The journey has taken me from aviator to pastor. A curate, really, one who cares for souls. The work of a curate is called “curacy.” Hence the title of this blog; it is part of my work. Thinking and reflecting with my fingers about this life and the journey of following Jesus separately and with others. A curious journey it has been: strange, mysterious, hard, joyful…I think it will be a long journey. I expect to spend an eternity coming to know an infinite God.
Yes, I like the desert. It is quiet. I can breathe. I can think. Best of all I can hear.
Come along; let’s journey together for a while.