A good number of yesterdays ago, I grew up amidst fathomless harbors and fantastic castles. I now celebrate 25 years living amidst wide horizons and waves of wheat. I think of my faith journey and life pilgrimage as one shaped by harbors and horizons. Harbors, if they are doing their job, offer shelter and a place to prepare for a journey that will take you to wide majestic horizons. Horizons beckon and invite us to venture beyond what is known. Jesus’ call, “Follow me,” is a call with no end date. It is as fresh as the morning sun and as comforting as the setting sun. It’s a call from harbor to horizon.