Waypoint Camarillo

My wife and kids have been here for a couple weeks now, so they have already asked and answered most of the important questions. When I arrived they were eager to inform me of the particulars of our stay. Where we were sleeping, and the local sources of food were their primary concerns. All good things to think about in the middle of an upheaval.


The destination of our looming departure, however, seems to be unclear. They seem to expect that, similar to former trips to see Grandma and Grandpa, we will be "going home" soon. Little do they know that this is only the beginning of a much longer trip into an unknown larger, not only than themselves, but than their parents as well. We know where we will be sleeping, of course, but what we will eat is very much an open question, and what we will be doing "over there" seems difficult to answer with these foundations still in formation.

It's good to see our parents and siblings again. For me, at least, this time is one of intermediacy. We are in transition, unable to start or finish "real" projects. And yet, in another sense, these times of movement from being someone, and somewhere, to some different place and person are the most definitive of our activities in this life. Travel transforms not only our surroundings, but also ourselves. It is, after all, through travel that The Christ made his escape from stigma and prejudice and entered into His role as teacher, servant, and sacrifice.

In the meantime, here in our home city, we're enjoying the pleasant weather and fine company. Soon we will be faced with more challenges than we dare speculate upon. The time of rest is with us for now.

Greetings from sunny California!