I’m 29 and live in a small rural community nestled within the eastern slopes of the Cascade Range in the Pacific Northwest (USA). Over the last decade or so there has been a migration of people from larger metropolitan areas into the area (Seattle is just a couple hours away), people looking to ‘get away from it all’ and slow down a little. You have a mixture of people here, farmers and descendants of homesteaders just trying to keep going alongside ex-CEOs who come over every Friday to spend the weekend in their second home down by the river.
This strange juxtaposition is where I find myself, being what I would call ‘postmodern’ (although I know that is a terrible word with all its connotations and various meanings) in a largely traditional and thoroughly Modern community. But a shift is occuring, and I find myself in the middle of it. My situation, of course, isn’t unusual. There are many involved in this transition. But this bit of bandwidth will serve to chronicle my particular thoughts and struggles in the place I find myself, grappling with life and culture and God in rural America.
