Continuing "old home week", in which Rachel runs into all sorts of people she hasn't seen in a long time....
Last night I got a phone call from Gary, my college pastor, asking if I could come to a Bible study on the St. Paul campus in 1/2 hour. (Now mind you, I talked to him briefly on Saturday, when he called my friend's house while I was there, but other than that it's been... oh... five years since we've talked.) My head had been pounding all afternoon & I said I didn't think I could come, but then I decided to suck it up and go. I got there before Gary did, so I had to make small talk with the students & study leader for a while. (The leader was kind of cute, but didn't even start college until 4 years after I graduated. Not that that made me feel old or anything.) Anyway, Gary showed up with Margo, a woman I had also known quite well while attending my college church.
Assorted thoughts after this: I haven't been in a Bible study in so long. It was really nice to see people from my past who still love me & are glad to see me. I felt strange realizing that I don't know that I could sign their group's statement of belief. I have not had anybody pray in tongues for me in a long, long time. I'd forgotten how accurate Margo is at picking up exactly what's going on with you when she prays. It was a bit freaky. She was restraining herself, but I could tell she was convinced TheBoy is not the one for me. (I've pretty much come to this conclusion, myself.) But she encouraged me to date around some more.
Then this afternoon there was a knock on my cubicle and who should be standing there but James, the guy who used to share my office about 4 years ago. He was back in town visiting family and needed to see some of our professors. The neatest thing was seeing his little boy, who is now almost 5. I remember when he was born & James would bring him to work & he'd sleep in our office all day.
As winter draws in on us, I am being pulled into the past. I wonder why I am suddenly reconnecting with so many people. I wonder what it all means.
I miss the days when faith seemed simple & clear.
Posted by rachel at October 13, 2005 03:14 PM
Sorry, Jenell. I accidently deleted your comment (Note to self: Ask Rachel to tell more about Carlton....) while trying to fend off an attack of spam.
Posted by: Rachel at October 18, 2005 11:21 AM