Today I wrap up my 3 day trip to Louisville, KY for the Presbymergent coordination conference. I’m sitting in the airport, waiting way too long for my short flight to Atlanta, followed by another layover and finally a flight home to Seattle.
This is my first time traveling solo and I’ve really been enjoying it. Don’t get me wrong. I love to go away with Stacy or family or travel with a big group of college students to a mission destination. But there is also something great about being alone.
We talked a lot about “the other” over the last couple days, as we engaged in conversations about those who leave the church or are missed by the church. Simply, “the other” is who I am not, the person who is beyond my understanding, outside of my knowledge, the one I may know and yet never really know. Ryan Kemp Pappan led a short devotion this morning that inspired me to think about how I reach out to “the other” as well as reflect upon who in my life is “other”. Like Jesus asks us to take care of the least of these, we are called to see Christ in those we are not like and to engage in loving them as we love Him. And by identifying and loving with I am naturally estranged from, do I not also draw nearer to Christ?
As I travel alone I feel a sense of becoming the outsider. People pass me by as I sit here and type. I am “other”, alone. I wonder if my enjoyment of this experience of transience is not in some way disorienting me, making me the outsider, and in some way, by separating me from these people I share space with, helping me draw closer to God by my estrangement.
I look forward to returning to my community. But maybe sometimes we need to be the outsider to remember what Christ looks like, felt like, and what we treat him as.






