“One who cannot cast away a treasure at need is in fetters.”
-J. R. R. Tolkien
This blog is about where we ended up at, and how I feel about it. This post is about where our old church ended up.
But not how I feel about it. I’m not sure how to write that post. I’m not sure I should. I tried, and it ended up really long and meandering – all about hurt and anger and conscience.
I really don’t think it’s post-able. I sure don’t want to read it again! It's the sort of thing you write and then throw away, not write and post. So, I’m leaving you with a quotation instead, because it's really what's resonating in my head now that I'm done writing about all this. And because they're better words than mine were. Here you go: a passage from J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Two Towers:
'Tell me, lord,' he said, 'what brings you here?...What doom do you bring out of the North?'
'The doom of choice,' said Aragorn. 'You may say this to Théoden son of Thengel: open war lies before him, with Sauron or against him. None may live now as they have lived, and few shall keep what they call their own ...”
And that’s it. Now I’m done. Finally.*
Peace of Christ to you,
*Well, you know, as much as you can be done when you’ve only had six months to mourn a ten-year’s loss. I know this will all be with me for a long time. But I’m done with the rough work of figuring out how I’m going to think about it. And that’s better place to be than I was before. I don't think I was really able to think through it till we'd found a safe place to land.