Last night, just before I pulled the chain on the antique lamp just above my head my friend pushed a question through the airwaves at me. It wandered through the catacombs of my brain while I slept and nudged me awake early, still perched. “How is one to focus on being truly joyful in life when others say that ones life is to be localized? To be completely focused on “the mission” God has given all of us?” I answered quick off my head and then fell asleep. When I woke up and looked around the dark room, I found the question looking at me. And then I asked myself, “What does localized mean?” But first, coffee.
“Limit, restrict, confine, contain, concentrate, circumscribe.” That sounded heavy, harsh, burdensome. No playing in puddles in the rain. I needed more coffee. Circumscribe? I came back to my computer, steaming coffee rising in my face. “To draw a figure around another, touching it at points, but not cutting it.” Ah, there it was. There came the answer flooding into my mind. If we are “localized”….we need to determine what we are localized for.