Disappeared. I’ve been changing the web host for my website,
and it has been more complicated than I can say: it’s so complicated, I keep
deferring to my IT-savvy son, Doug, whose infinite patience and kindness with
my ineptness is much appreciated.
For the last few days, www.micheledmorrison.com has failed
to come up on the search engine, nor have I been able to access it any other
way until just now, when I googled the name I gave it several years ago: ‘Tears
amid the alien corn.’ I’ve not been trying to be arrogant that I know one of
Keats’ poems, but the line was often a mantra to me in the early years of my
transplantation from California to Scotland, when I frequently shed tears of
homesickness, feeling I didn’t belong (and I was freezing...)
Today I might take a more existential view of those lines,
feeling that as a Christian in today’s society, I am often lost in fields of alien
corn. The landscape is no longer Christian. I shed not so many tears these
days, but have a deep yearning for our ultimate home, where Jesus will be our
ever present companion.
His promise in Revelation, though, is that when we hear his
knock at our heart’s door, and invite him in, he comes in and shares a meal
with us. And we need never feel estranged from our ultimate home, even while in
this world, since Jesus is just waiting to be invited in so that he can sit
down and eat with us, sharing time, sharing love, sharing life that stretches
to eternity.
We never disappeared from his search engine.
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