I'm doing it. I'm listening to a 'River of Tears' by Eric Clapton. Call me sadistic, but I just couldn't help myself. If you were around a year and a half ago when we got back from the college visit out here to LA, you heard me talk about playing this song on the plane on the way home – glad for the cover of darkness and the half full flight that gave me the freedom to drown in my own river without causing alarm. The thought of my baby girl this far away; the thought of my baby girl all grown up, it was more than I could take at the time.
So I guess I’m not any better than a woman re-watching Sleepless in Seattle for the 20th time.
I’m a guy – it’s Clapton - it’s okay.
But this time, no one around me feels awkward. I am not drowning.
Oh, we’ve had our share of tears. There was a phenomenal communion service last night where the President shared a fantastic message about Abraham, Isaac and Jacob – leaving home to follow God.
“By faith he made his home in the Promised Land like a stranger in a foreign country…looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God. Hebrews 11
And afterwards we celebrated communion together as a family, something we haven’t had the opportunity to do very often in her 18 years, because I'm usually leading others. It was quite moving. We’ve had our moments.
But I’m good. It’s good. This is what we lived, worked, and prayed for.
Okay and California is probably the Promised Land, so the theme works. I may drown in a river of tears, but it’s going to be when she gets to come back here in January and I have to stay home. :)
And she’s at a great place. Biola was founded in 1908 as the Bible Institute of Los Angeles.
This is the sign erected when they relocated to Orange County.
The main reason for Becca’s choice is the Intercultural Studies (Missions) Department; it’s probably the best in the country. She wants to help save the world somehow and this is the right place for her, especially with her Spanish background.
She started this journey not really having anyone she knew at the school in the area. But in God’s great care, it turns out that we’ve got some amazing connections. My cousin, who is like a nephew, just moved here with his wife and kids to get his PHD in the same department. One of my best friends from college’s daughter is on campus as a Resident Director. The church I interned at in 1982 is close by and my friend Gene Appel is the pastor now, they have a ton of kids at the school. My lifelong friend is an hour away and his daughters are close. Becca’s roommate is from Wheaton, etc, etc. just crazy God stuff that makes us feel like He really had his hand in this.
I’ll probably stop blogging about my life and my kids and go back to Jesus and stuff, but I appreciate the prayers and it is good. I’m so blessed and my kids are blessed.
And I’m ready to rock and roll. I see God’s vision for my kids taking flight, but I see the vision for my life and the next chapter, too. I feel such a passion for the rest of the south suburbs that don’t have Jesus. We’ve got work to do!
I have to admit that Denise and I were a little envious of Becca and this time of her life and this amazing school (and southern California – did I mention that?). In some ways, it would be fun to be back in that place in time, with the world in front of you. But in other ways it’s great to see all the ways that God has moved in our lives since that point and to have SO MANY opportunities to serve here.
So, empty nest, here we come. It is good.
PS: Please keep praying for Lauren in Bolivia Lauren's Blog . She’s having all the health issues you would guess a person would have living in South America. She’s really been sick as much as she’s felt good.