Mentors and Friends: Why You Need to Be a Spiritual Matchmaker

Walking alone.

Far too many of our students are doing it these days…

I’m not talking about walking alone late at night (although too many are doing that as well), but I’m talking about their approach to life during their formative college years.

Sure, they have friends.

Well, kind of.

They’ve made acquaintances that are often based off of similar tastes in music, class schedules, fashion sense, hometown, housing arrangement, etc… and while some of these relationships have the potential to drift into deeper waters — most never will.

Every Step An Arrival

I’ve been sitting with this phrase today… every step an arrival.

It’s the subtitle for Eugene Peterson’s Memoir entitled: The Pastor. I read this book for the first time last summer, and am planning to reread it this summer (and probably every summer to come — it’s one of those books).

Peterson credits a poem written by Denise Levertov, in which she gives an account of her development as a poet, for the origin of the phrase. As you might deduce, Peterson now uses it as a way to encapsulate his vocational unfolding as a pastor.

Every step an arrival.

Every step.

An arrival.