In a short interchange with a friend, many years ago, I spoke a sentence out of my spontaneity, which is not uncommon:
“Here we are, my friend, in the midst of reality.”
“(Pause) I was there, once, but I was just passing through.”
We do pass through the Land of Story and Journey. Both, story and journey, are to be respected … in the telling, and in the hearing. We do not stay, long, in the Land of Story and Journey. A paradox is found in that our stories are not finished, and always ongoing. Our journeys started long ago. Journey’s end is down the road; we definitely are not there, yet, though we may be close. There is a gift, when we hear about the journeys of others; when we hear the stories of others; depending on what the story is, depending on what the journey is about. Great things happen in the Land of Story and Journey. And tragedies happen there, as well. Courage comes with the telling of our stories; courage comes with us on our journeys. I am a thankful man, to be able to pass through the Land of Story and Journey with other story tellers and other sojourners.