Georgia Bulletin

The Newspaper of the Catholic Archdiocese of Atlanta

Scenes from Our Move

Published January 20, 2011

We put the paper to bed on Tuesday, Jan. 18, and movers showed up on Wednesday.

I took some time to capture photos with my iPhone as people packed up offices and the community areas, gathered photos for archives and discarded the garage door openers that opened up the parking lot gate. You can see the slideshow below.

I’m a short-timer here. Some folks have been there close to 15 years or longer. Leaving for the last time gave some pause. So with the paper’s deadline pressing down, a handful gathered for reading a short prayer printed in the National Catholic Reporter. It is written by Servants of Mary Sr. Joyce Rupp.

Psalm 121

Yahweh guards you from harm,
He guards your lives.
He guards your leaving, coming back,
now and for always (Ps 121:7, 8)


Guardian, guide, no pillar of cloud by day nor fire by night,
Yet I sense your presence with me, God of the journey.
You are walking with me into a new land.
You are guarding me in my vulnerable moment.
You are dwelling within me as I depart from here.
You are promising to be my peace as I face the struggles
of distance from friends and security,
the planting of feet and heart in a strange place.

Renew in me a deep trust in you. Calm my anxiousness.
As I reflect on my life I can clearly see
how you have been there in all of my comings.
You will always be with me in everything.
I do not know how I am being resettled,
but I place my life into the welcoming arms of your love.

Encircle my heart with your peace.
May your powerful presence run like a strong thread
through the fibers of my being. Amen.


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3 responses to “Scenes from Our Move”

  1. Dri says:

    Amazing how the photographer manages to avoid photos, isn’t it? Where’s the music from, Andrew?

  2. Elizabeth says:

    Can’t wait to see the new place. I’m sure it was a bittersweet goodbye this week.

  3. Sorry for the delayed responses.

    @Dri. Yes. He is crafty like that. One minute he’s there, next he’s gone.
    @Elizabeth. Thanks for thoughts. It was bittersweet. We are making our way, however.