Within three months the seminary where I have been based since 2000 is vacating its spacious property, for a building some seven miles away. Apparently, needs must and most people are rolling up their sleeves and getting on with this massive move, including emptying the residential block (where we are staying) of its inhabitants. It's a whirlwind with new faces including the new Director of my preaching program (who commutes from Cincinnati) and some missing old faces.
Yesterday one of the staff asked me to preach in chapel today. Yes, the next day! Apparently, in all the moves the message hadn't got through. I have to say that it was a thrill being back with my friends for the last time in the chapel room. You'll never guess (!) but I developed the theme from my last post about the risen Jesus coming alongside (very) ordinary people in their questions and bewilderment. It seemed especially appropriate.
As Carol and I spend our last few days here we have been reminiscing about what this seminary has meant through our recent years. Of course, it's all to do with the people we have belonged with - around every corner, in most rooms, conversations, friendships, breakthroughs as well as occasional sadnesses have resonated. So, along with many others we shall dearly miss this old place...but pray for the new place to quickly become a place of belonging too.
By the way, temperatures have been in the 70's touching 80 Farenheit, so the whirlwind is a hot humid one. I know from friends in the UK it's not quite like that at home!