Travel time

8 May 2014

So, with four years of work under my belt, its time to travel again.

‘how does it feel to be unemployed?’ my sister asked. How crude, I thought. She’s just jealous

Its not that I’m sick of work – on the contrary! But even four years of exhilarating (no kidding – you should try it!) country vetting couldn’t prevent recrudescence of this travel bug.  And with it (I hope!) comes the resurrection of this blog.

Me being me, needs good reasons for doing anything in life –  and ‘just cos’ doesn’t quite make the cut. Four years ago I thought (and blogged) hard as to why I wanted to travel:

If ‘the world is the LORD’s and all who live in it’, can He be learnt of from other people (irrespective of their religion), observing their way of life? Can travel and everything it involves grow me as a disciple? I suspect yes; I go to find out.

Thus I travel to find God ‘over there’, to seek him in contexts I’ve never seen Him in before. I don’t want to be a Christian that forever sees God in only church, ministry, bible studies and Hillsong music.’ 1 

And to these, on a run out to Red Rocks today, I add more thoughts: 

God created to the world – nay, the universe – for us to explore and enjoy. But as to how, He didn’t specify. And so coffee in the city, going bush with beef jerky, scanning 500 cows at 5am, snapping selfies  with the Taj Mahal, or creating glorious diabetes-inducing desserts – can all be done to the praise of God. Each to his own, and all according to his means and genes.

I’m convinced this passion for travel, for cultures, for people, for life – in both its splendour and pain – is given from above. And from the blessings of country vetting (employment is a blessing, people!) I have the means. So I pack my pack and off I go, for the glory of God.

Yes, anything (travel included) that induces you (and even better – others!) to praise the Creator is a worthy endeavour. 

1 Posts Jan 2010