It’s all ripped and tattered, but every time I look at it I’m standing somewhere in Paris; in that little park west of the Eiffel tower that one afternoon, in front of Monet’s lilies on the top floor of the L’Orangerie that Wednesday morning, holding hands with Fran as we strolled St. Germain, sitting in one or two or three cafes that day.
Maps allow us to look back; at where we came from and where we were. They also have a prophetic function as they show us what lies ahead. Maps tell us where we are – give us the bigger picture. It’s like having a top down view on providence.
I’m looking forward to preaching on this topic on June 8th.