My son and daughter-in-law’s good friend, Bonnie Smith Whitehouse, recently came out with a journal for mindful walking titled “Afoot and Lighthearted.” If you are like so many of us who enjoy a good walk and are so happy that the sun is starting to come out so those walks can occur, I recommend her journal.
On one page she suggests that as we walk we consider the meaning of borders. No not the “President’s wall” but shorelines, property lines, and those lines both imaginary and real.
When I grew up in the south we had all kinds of borders. Borders between races, between religion, and between the poor and wealthy. I was taught early and often that those borders were not to be crossed without adhering to the strictest of rules. Many of those borders made no sense to me then and certainly don’t now, but offending the “order of things” was a border one dare not cross.
During Lents past and present, I have had many conversations about borders with God. They have been interesting talks for God has no borders, and doesn’t believe in borders between his creations. Borders are a puzzle to him and should be to us. One thing I know is that Bonnie hits the nail on the head when she says on our walks we should consider borders. Lent is the perfect time to begin.