More idea-processing

We were meant to pursue quiet lives. Some call it growing where you’re planted. As believers, we're supposed to grapple with the word, the message we believe, in order to understand it in full. We ought to feel drawn to like-rescued people, others plucked from a drowning human sea and set on solid gangplanks, huddled in blankets and sipping hot tea. We need to spend hours reflecting on the fact that we’ve been spared. To ask ourselves, “What just happened here? What does it mean?” We must, upon landing ashore, seek out answers with humble hearts. On our way to gathering-places we must respect the fellow beings we encounter. We can take our time to get our bearings, to become engaged with this new education, to learn to converse until dawn around tables in upper rooms, to feel the swell of music and to dance at midnight.