The Storm and the Road: Leaving the Baseline

In the house where my brother and I grew up, there was a heavy, battered trunk sitting up in the attic, covered in decades of dust. When we were kids, my brother pulled it down and restored it as a 4-H project—painstakingly cleaning off the grime, fixing the iron hinges, and bringing the wood back to life. Today, that trunk sits in my home, a constant reminder of our shared history.

Every time I look at it, I am reminded of what it actually represents. It wasn't built to be living room décor or a project to win a ribbon at the county fair. It was built for survival. My ancestors, perhaps like yours, packed everything they owned into that box, locked the latch, and walked away from their homes in Northern Europe to cross an ocean into a completely unknown future. So many of those early immigrant families wrote back home in their letters and journals comparing their trek across the Atlantic and onto the Midwest prairie to Abraham’s journey, truly believing they were seeking a new "promised land."

We tend to look at old family heirlooms with a kind of cozy nostalgia, but that trunk was born out of sheer risk. Leaving the familiar was terrifying for those who came before us. But they did it because they believed God had a future for them that couldn't be found by staying put.

We often fall into what we might call the baseline fallacy—the subtle belief that our original starting point, our comfortable home or familiar past, is the only ideal state in which to exist. But our ancestors understood a hard truth that we so easily forget: We cannot follow God into the future if we are married to the way things used to be.

Long before that trunk crossed the Atlantic, an elderly couple stood in the dust of Mesopotamia facing the exact same choice. We read of them today in Genesis, chapter 12. 

Now the Lord said to Abram, “Go from your country and your kindred and your father’s house to the land that I will show you. I will make of you a great nation, and I will bless you and make your name great, so that you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and the one who curses you I will curse, and in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.”

So Abram went, as the Lord had told him, and Lot went with him. Abram was seventy-five years old when he departed from Haran. Abram took his wife Sarai and his brother’s son Lot and all the possessions that they had gathered and the persons whom they had acquired in Haran, and they set forth to go to the land of Canaan. When they had come to the land of Canaan, Abram passed through the land to the place at Shechem, to the oak of Moreh. At that time the Canaanites were in the land. Then the Lord appeared to Abram and said, “To your offspring I will give this land.” So he built there an altar to the Lord, who had appeared to him. From there he moved on to the hill country on the east of Bethel and pitched his tent, with Bethel on the west and Ai on the east, and there he built an altar to the Lord and invoked the name of the Lord.  And Abram journeyed on by stages toward the Negeb. (Genesis 12:1-9 NRSVue)

Notice what happens when Abram finally arrives in the land God promised. He doesn't build a fortress. He doesn't lay a concrete foundation. He does two very intentional things: he pitches a tent, and he builds an altar.

The tent is a statement of transience, signaling that we are not settling down into comfort, but ready to move whenever God says move. The altar is a statement of faith, declaring that God is right here, in this temporary place, right now.

When Abram built those altars along the road, he wasn't trying to build a fortress or guard his self-interests. He was simply taking what he had in his hands and using it to mark the places where God had met him. His whole life was given to the journey, not to playing it safe.

We naturally crave the fortress. We want permanent walls, predictable routines, and the safety of what worked yesterday. But throughout Scripture, God rarely meets God's people in static comfort. God shows up on the dusty road, in the wilderness, and in the transition—the places where we are forced to depend on God because our usual safety nets have been pulled away.

This hits close to home for all of us.

Seven years ago, Wooddale and Prince of Peace gave up their individual identities to merge into Vista. That was not a simple administrative decision. It was a loss. It meant closing doors, moving furniture, and grieving spaces that held decades of weddings, baptisms, and quiet prayers. Then came the storms of cultural shift and the isolation of pandemic years.

For the last seven years, it has often felt like we’ve been living in a holding pattern or a long waiting room. But waiting rooms are not wasted space. In Scripture, those holding patterns are where God deepens our faith, shapes our character, and prepares us for what comes next.

Now, seven years in—entering this holy Sabbath cycle of processing our shared memory—this fall is our dedicated season to pause on this journey. We are here to do the sacred, necessary work of looking back together. We are here to reflect on where we have come from, to give ourselves full permission to grieve what has been lost, and to also name the new, positive life that has emerged along the way.

Today, we are launching our Merged Timeline Wall in the hallway. Each one of you is invited to step up to that timeline wall over the next few weeks, to map your own origins and history, to tell your own story. And, together, to honor every single stream that has brought us into this room in this moment. 

Right now, in this fall season, our primary task is to pause, reflect, process, and offer our lives to God right where we are, getting our hearts ready for wherever the road leads next. Taking that road forward doesn't mean forgetting where we came from. It means honoring the legacy of those who went before us by exemplifying their courage, not just preserving their old structures. 

So, let us honor our story, build the altar where we find ourselves today, and trust that the God who called Abram into the unknown is the very same God holding us now.

May it be so. Amen.

Preached September 20, 2026, at Vista Lutheran Church, St. Louis Park, MN.