Going back to somewhere I’ve lived or worked in the past feels like entering the twilight zone.
I just got back from visiting my two internships. It was great to see everyone, but life has moved on. If each place was a moving walkway, a “travelator,” like those found in an airport, everyone else had moved forward. I tried to get on where I got off, but no one was there.
I tried to go back to see old teachers in High School once. I didn’t fit. The teachers were busy, and I was an interruption. It’s disruptive to their schedule.
I’ve been back to churches where I was on staff. Same feeling. Great people. Great welcomes. Totally different feel. Twilight Zone?
Is this like a cross cultural feeling? When I go to Belarus I am out-of-place, but with friends. The daily “every-day-ness” is unfamiliar. People try to fit me into a friend, foe, or foreigner, but I’m fighting that feeling I just don’t belong.
I’ve walked into churches and felt welcomed but out-of-place. It’s that “cross-cultural feeling.”
What is this feeling? Is it just me? Can we ever go “back there”?
I’ve gone back to my alma mater for visits and football games, but I don’t feel out-of-place there. I’m not intruding. I’m not getting on a treadmill. Why is it different?
I go back to Rhonda’s home church in Muskegon once a year. Though, some of her childhood acquaintances have moved or died, before and after worship feels like a homecoming. The travelator may have moved, but people’s welcome us and give us a space where they are on the travelator.
Spiritual lessons are all in this feeling.
God lives in the present. He never moves down the “travelator” without us.
Our support group, the church, really needs to work hard at giving people a spot on the “travelator”. How?
- Turning toward people.
- Using names.
- Showing great cheer when we see someone come in.
- Asking questions.
- Listening.
- Inviting to “break bread” together.
I am praying for more of this to happen in every church. We’re going to need each other more and more as the political stew heats up around us, and we find ourselves pushed further to the margins. Hospitality, I think, is the word I’ve been looking for!




