May 22 2009
Purpose and Our Small Town
The smell of fried potatoes and onions wafted past me, followed by the sweet aroma of honeysuckle and magnificent magnolias, on our evening walk through town. Only the sounds of doves cooing and sparrows chirping could be heard as we walked together in silence, taking in breath and savoring the miracles of life. The slight stub of our tennis shoes or the occasional gritting of gravel under foot let each of us know we were together still–walking side by side in our small town.
Earlier in the day we talked about purpose–our purpose–in life. The discussion was so focused and intense, as we dug to answer that gnawing question. Sure we have meaning, goals and value, but purpose–well that’s a horse of a different color. I know there are famous books published on the “Purpose Driven Life” church, etc., but this was our challenge today–to define our purpose. We abandoned the topic after a while and eased into a comfortable conversation of a lighter note over afternoon coffee. The hours passed as we busied ourselves with other matters of life, like the ebb and flow of water on a river bank.
I suppose the answer to our question of our purpose will have to wait for now, as we ponder the wonderment of our walk and natures beauty and the sun goes down, on our small town.
