“Boxland” is what Nancy called it. Right after the moving truck pulled away we had some visible furniture but mostly boxes surrounding us. The parish had done a wonderful renovation that restored this 1890’s house to be a residence rather than offices and storage space. A very nice house, but it was unfamiliar.
We let the cats loose from their “captivity” in the bathroom (where they were safe and as secure and calm as possible with the constant sound of people and things moving into various rooms around them.) They hesitantly emerged and spent time crying and sniffing and getting used to the strange new setting for the familiar things. They were skittish, uncertain and stressed.
Neighboring clergy stopped by, members of the parish provided us with meals, some offered to do errands, and others stopped by to see if we needed anything.
Slowly over days we brought out more and more familiar things and the boxes began to disappear. While we did not cry and sniff like the kitties, it has taken us time to relocate ourselves in this setting. (We still get lost a mile from home – but it is now home.)
It struck us both during our first service on September 4th that the setting was new but that gathered community, the sharing of story, offering of communion elements, breaking of bread and sharing of the cup were all familiar. There was a sense of being home, of being grounded, even in the face of so much that is unfamiliar.
The other day we realized the Emma & Grace were lazing around in sunny patches – stretched out in relaxed ease. They discovered this house was really home. And WE have found we are no longer in “boxland”, that Jeffersonville, St Paul’s, and 321 Market Street has become our home, And we knew in the breaking of the bread that we have a new address, and new unfamiliar geography, but we are at home with new brothers and sisters in Christ.