T.S. Eliot penned the words of the title of this reflection as part of his poem, “The Little Gidding.” The words have been running around my head lately because it they capture the trajectory of our next twelve months. In 1992 my journey in ministry really started with a journey to the top of Mt. Wellington in Hobart. I was in the city on placement after finishing Fusion’s six month bible college intensive. A friend had challenged me to consider the possibility of “digging in” in Hobart and committing to Fusion’s work for the long haul. I didn’t want to. I was scared. I knew I didn’t have the answers. So…