A chapter is ending; but not the story.
For the past two years, I’ve taught at Rivendell College in Boulder, Colorado.
Rivendell College was named for the elven outpost in J.R.R. Tolkein’s The Lord of the Rings where the various races (elves, men, hobbits, dwarves) come together and create a daring plan to redeem their dark season of history.
Rivendell College. All told, in two years, I taught nine classes there:
Intro to Public Speaking (2x)
New Testament Greek (3x)
The Imaginative World of C.S. Lewis
Communicating the Gospel
An Introduction to Creative Arts and Culture
I mentored spiritual formation students. I designed chapel services for the school. I staged two oral interp nights at a coffee house, and one art exhibit.
And I loved it.
A few weeks ago, I found out that Rivendell College is closing its doors. There are still a few tasks to wrap up, but, for me, that particular chapter has ended.
I’ve been grieving the loss of all that the college was to me–and all it might have been.
But I’ve also been reminded of this. In The Lord of the Rings, the story does not end at Rivendell. Neither does mine.
I don’t know what the next season holds. Life does not, at the moment, feel as safe to me as the refuge of Rivendell did. But I do know this: Adventure awaits. There is more story yet to be told.