Remember
Paul Simon's free and easy tune Feelin' Groovy? (Also known as The 59th
Street Bridge Song, I just discovered) Slow down, you move too fast. You got to
make the morning last...and so on, lazily kicking cobble stones, talking to
a lamppost, watching flowers grow. I have been invoking the opening line as
an admonition to myself lately, invoking it in surprise, as I had expected
the Jubilee life to move more slowly and be less busy. Nope, and now I'm
wondering why I ever thought it would be. Because of the pastoral setting,
perhaps, and the daily times for reflection and worship (which are helpful, but still), and the simpler life
style minimizing errands and appointments. At any rate, I was wrong!
One reason
for my misconception is obvious. This is important work here, and there is
great seriousness about doing it, in the spirit of “God's work, our hands."* Our
40-hour work week is the beginning point. After hours—after the teaching and
driving, cooking and cleaning, planting and harvesting—we have fun getting to know
the refugee families better and gather for Bible study or work on projects.
Another
reason for this busyness has bushwhacked me. Somehow, I didn't expect it, even
though it is common to any setting:
opportunities. Relevant events—movies and lectures— often associated
with the University of Georgia in Athens. Jubilee friends and visitors telling
about their adventures. Card games. Adorable children to play with.
Scintillating conversations.
Encompassed
in the opportunities is the people factor. Always, people around, who, for this
extrovert, present wonderful times of connection and enjoyment, and sometimes they
need a little help, or give it. And encompassed in the people factor are family
and friends at a distance, and that communication takes time, too.
We are not
like the groovy guy in the song. He's got no deeds to do, mo promises to
keep. No, it is not like that here
at all. Therefore, just like always, management is required. Set
priorities, make choices. Doing so has never been my forté.
I want it all. Nevertheless, even though busier than I wish, my soul sings
along with the closing of the song, slightly altered: Life, I love you. All is holy.
*credo of the ELCA
*credo of the ELCA
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