Continued from Part 7 …
The long and winding road has taken me here to Chicago and will probably take me somewhere else one day. But I am happy to be in the Midwest and to be working at a company that is trying to honor and uphold people’s desires for a closer friendship with God.
I love almost everything about Chicago – the winter winds off the lake can be a little bracing, to be sure, but they are a small price to pay for the opportunity to live in a world-class city in the middle of the prairies. The pizza really is as good as you imagine it, people are down-to-earth and friendly and the architecture is often stunning. There have been days when, as I drive home from work, the skyline opens up in front of me and my heart simply sings with joy that I, a wee boy from Belfast, gets to live in this kind of town …
The last in a series of posts about my journey.
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Eric 01.04.09 at 11:39 pm
God bless you, Paul.
Your simple sharing of your rejoicing in life is a blessing. Such celebration of life is something I have been very poor at, even when I was very healthy, blessed as I continue to be with love from my wife, Ruth, and my daughter, Robyn, love from many friends, and a satisfying career that provided for our needs and my daughter’s education. I have spent too much time worrying and fretting, and not enough time celebrating, with thanksgiving to God, a tasty pizza, beautiful flowering plants, the Santa Cruz mountains surrounding Los Gatos, CA, the spectacular Pacific Ocean just over those mountains, etc. Now I am in the Pacific Northwest and today we saw Mount Hood covered with snow, and I forgot to thank our loving God for this spectacular sight. Please continue to share your love of God’s simple gifts with us.
Eric
Paul 01.05.09 at 7:56 am
Eric,
I, too, often forget to thank God for the downpour of love and grace with which we are constantly showered. That’s why we have each other as sisters and brothers – we remind one another that we live in a reign (forgive the dreadful pun) of grace and that we are to be, at the very least, grateful.
Paul