I have just got myself well and truly grilled by the US border police (or whatever they are called). I turned up with my British accent in an American hire care and my Canadian passport, but without the papers that went with the car, at a tiny border crossing between two tiny towns in the South East of Canada.
In the end everything was fine, you will be glad to know, but I spent an uncomfortable few minutes with some burly looking men in uniform.
I suppose that living in the European Union has made me very relaxed about moving from country to country, but here you cross a river and the time changes and you face US security checks.
Boundaries are funny things, aren’t they. Often we don’t notice when we cross them, but they matter. Moreover we often cannot tell why they lie where they do. I was looking at a map of the US during an interminable flight and marvelling at the straight line divisions between many states. You would never find that between English counties or parishes. Someone, somewhere, somewhen has agonised over them, though, and placed them where they are for some reason.
I sometimes look back at the writings of spiritual giants from former generations and try to envisage our world through their eyes. I wonder what they would rejoice in, and what they would weep over. I wonder, in this specific case, what boundaries they strove to establish we would simply trample on. I wonder where they would encourage us to establish new check points of our own.
The most important boundaries are those we need to protect our own psychi.
ReplyDeleteHow much do we allow others to use us, even bully us. A situation not unusual in the 'church' environment by those who feel they should be religious guard patrols.
Or find ourselves 'giving' to the point of exhaustion of time and money.
God guides us in all aspects of our lives, that 'Divine Wisdom' that 'Word of Prophesy' that can show us where we need to draw the line.
Be blessed as you pass boundaries, and enter deeper dimensions of the Holy Territory.