Over the past several years, I have written here and in our newsletter about missional communities. Liz and I have shared stories about trying to start a missional community here in Clontarf. And we have shared our hope of helping to start missional communities across the city of Dublin. That all sounds great...if you know what we mean when we say missional community.
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One of the hardest things about living in Ithaca is having to constantly say good-bye to friends. Students come for 4 years to get their bachelors, or perhaps 5 or more for a PhD. A few of them stay, but most are in town briefly before they are on to the next thing. We knew one person who worked at Cornell who had a rule that he would not make friends with associate professors until they received tenure as it was too hard to keep saying good-bye.
When we left off last time, at the end of December, Ireland was off the table. So in January, we began looking at new homes to buy. Our realtor made some appointments, and we took a Saturday afternoon to look at some places in the Trumansburg area. First house...blah. Second house...meh. Fourth house...ugh. But house #3...I loved it. Brenna loved it (the other kids were out of town). Love might be too strong for Liz, but she thought it would work. Our realtor was amazed at the price.
We had decided in the spring to move from Ithaca to Trumansburg to get our kids in a different school district. Although it had been 2 plus years since the attack on our one daughter had taken place, it was clear she needed a new start in a new place.
"What do you want us to do with the next 20 years of our lives?" I already knew the answer to that question. In fact I talked to several friends before we left on our trip and said, "I think the answer is continue leading the Ithaca Vineyard Church. But I need to ask." So we did.
By October of 2009 the craziness of the previous 2 years was settling down. The Vineyard was about to move into its new location, and I was eager to get back to work. There were a lot of us who were still trying to sort out all that had happened...but the worst seemed to have passed. But the ripples.