I took a vacation. It wasn’t much of one. Only 48 hours or so. I had to take a couple of calls during that time (a pastorcation). But, I took one.

Just me.

My family is scattered abroad for another several days, and I had planned to spend the time with them. But, they weren’t an option.

So, I was stuck with me.

48 hours of…

old book stores…

vino…

great food…

sleep… and getting to know random people like the elderly friends struggling to learn how to take a selfie. I was their Yoda. We laughed.

I drove with the top down and the music loud without a care in the world except for potential sunburn at the hairline—the Mason-Dixon of maleness. The bigger the South gets, the more the war feels lost. For now, the North is holding its ground—praise God.

I wouldn’t trade them for anything—my family, church or friends. But, I saw a sliver of God’s great earth in 48 measly hours on the road.

And, it was just me stuck with me.

Bonhoeffer said, “Let him who cannot be alone beware of community.” In contrast, he also suggested, “Let him who is not in community beware of being alone.” I have a great community around me—I am blessed among men with an amazing wife, 3 beautiful daughters, a loving and vibrant church who genuinely cares about me, devoted friends, and, of course, most of all—God.

Perhaps that is why me being stuck with me stuck with me—for the first time in a while.

We all need community. We also need to be stuck with ourselves every now and then.