The hard places…

So I was out running today.  No podcast or music this time, just me and my thoughts.  As I trudged up the New Mexico Ave hill I got a feeling that I’ve had a few times here in DC.  It’s a sense of being established–I’m home.

Like I said, I’ve only had it a few times.  DC’s a hard place to think of as home.  Most people (like myself) aren’t from here and they aren’t staying here either (unlike myself).  The only thing big about the apartments are the price tags and you wouldn’t classify your typical city-dweller as warm and friendly.  Just yesterday I was crossing the street near campus when a BMW tried to beat a group of pedestrians through the crosswalk (driver’s ed. reminder: pedestrians have the right-of-way).  A lady almost had a new license plate tattoo!   As it all unfolded before my eyes, I found myself shaking my head in disbelief.  The driver of the BMW then proceeds to roll down his window and curse me out!  Yes with all the choice words too.  Even after living here for 10 years, I didn’t expect that one.

So they don’t exactly roll out the red carpet for you, but I still had that at home feeling today.  I think it has to do with the fact that I’m a missionary.  In the history of influencing the world for Jesus, his followers haven’t picked the easiest spots to do ministry–but they’ve been strategic.  Washington, DC isn’t the most challenging spot in the world, but I can’t think of a more strategic one.  The whole world is here!  Sounds like a perfect place to spread the good news.

So maybe that’s what that feeling was all about.  Whatever it was, it’s great to know I’m right where I’m supposed to be.

One thought on “The hard places…

  1. Yes, you are right where you’re supposed to be. And I’m pretty pleased to hear you’re not going anywhere : )

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