7/16/2025
This marks the fifth day in downtown Milwaukee. Counting today, we have three more. The connections have been good and so has the training.
Very helpful, encouraging, and enjoyable.
But the constant city noise is beginning to wear me down.
There is this constant hum of car and trucks and compressors and exhaust and it is exhausting. People everywhere. Buildings as far as the I can see, which is often only a couple hundred feet at best. People dodging each other on sidewalks and crowded hallways. I love it… for a minute or two…
And then the mind is drawn to a pasture with a shotgun and a dog and doves flying.
The bah bah of the lamb wanting to play is not a crowding noise but a call that makes one want to smile. The rattle of the feed bucket breaking the stillness is a soft breeze on the ear drums.
There are sounds. And there is noise.
And there is a reason we moved out of the city. I, at least I, need quiet. Or perhaps I just want it really bad. I need…want to walk outside and be welcomed by the sounds of insects and birds and cattle grazing. I want to hear the turkeys gobble in their season and the blows of whitetail deer on their way to water.
Yes, I am called to the cities because colleges and universities are there. The world is moving there too. But not me. Not now. And only if the Lord leads. Then I will go.
I will happily give up my place of quiet. And it would be fine. But for now, I am happy going to cities and very happy getting back to Base Camp.
The Lord impresses through whispers.
There is this pull to the quiet places.