The Road Not Taken
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
Robert
Frost (The Road Not Taken)
This
last stanza of Robert Frost's poem
doesn't quite describe my life. Oh, I suspect I've often taken the road less
traveled by. I also suspect I've taken it less often than I like to imagine I
have. What really describes my life, but
would not sound nearly as desirable, is that I have taken the road I didn't
want to take.
In the
summer of 2001, I left the church I'd been attending for years. I had not intended to leave but circumstances led me to feel it necessary. When I explained
that I had left to some friends, they suggested the church I am currently
attending and my first reaction was, "Oh, I've gone to a church of that
denomination before and it's so far away. It took two visits to convince me
that where I didn't want to go was where I belonged. On September 11, of
course, we all died a little. Then in November, my boss informed me that County
Council had eliminated my position. The last piece of the life I had known
since college came tumbling down. It
didn't all happen on September 11, but in my mind that date became symbolic of
my own death to one life and rebirth to
another.
The
past couple months are the most recent chapter in this story. I am following
the example of Sarah, who left Ur with her husband, Abraham, and traveled to a
place she did not know because of a promise
of blessings: an end to her cursed
barrenness and a new life. In June, my brother died and that changed the family
dynamics. My father is not suited to spending winters in Erie anymore, so I
have decided to commit a figurative suicide. I am leaving the job I have held since 2002. I
am taking a leave of absence from the church I have attended since 2001. I am
going to a place that I not only don't know, but which is not a place I would
choose to go. We have not packed yet, but since we'll be sojourning in a modern
"tabernacle," I am leaving behind many things that I hold dear, the
most troubling of which are books.
I've decided
that the name for this season is "Mission: Faithwalk." I am holding
on to the promise that my "barrenness" will be ended - that I will
build a new life, start a new career doing something meaningful and rewarding.
This blog is a piece of that dream. I'm starting it in order to allow those who
happen to care know what's going on, and in order to feel held
accountable. I expect that by next
April, I will say once again
Two roads diverged in
a wood, and I--
I took the one I wanted not,
And that has made all the difference
I took the one I wanted not,
And that has made all the difference
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