Apparently I had one more post in me during this time of quiet. Today I am a guest over at Sarah Bessey's place, with a post entitled This Wilderness Life. Of course I would like for you to read my post, but honestly I am more excited about introducing you to Sarah if you are not acquainted with her writing. She has one of the most prophetic, courageous, honest, and beautiful writing voices in all of the Christian blogosphere, and soon, the bookstore! Go for my post; stay for her writing.
There are those moments in the Bible when the people are gathered in the radiant city praising God and having the goodwill of all.
Have you ever noticed that those moments are few and far between?
Is it just me or is the wilderness actually the mailing address for God’s people, and occasionally they buy a pilgrim fare to the city on the hill? Even when a fortunate generation lives in the vicinity of the temple, the wilderness outside the city walls seems to lie in wait, ready to swallow them when the Babylonians come to town.
Whether it’s Adam and Eve chased out of the garden by an angry flaming sword, Cain wearing an L for Loser on his forehead, Abraham finally moving out of his parents’ house at age 75, the Hebrews on their way out of Egypt to receive the covenant they will struggle to keep, Israel circling the desert like buzzards waiting for death, David pursued by a schizophrenic king who is calmed by classical music like Hannibal Lecter, the northern kingdom fleeing from Assyria, the southern kingdom scattering from Babylon, John the Baptist getting his weird on out by the Jordan, Jesus saying WHAT UP to the Adversary for 40 days, or John the Revelator going all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy on Patmos, the proper context for God’s people seems to be….the wilderness.
I am in a wilderness season right now. Why am I surprised?
To read the rest of the post on Sarah's blog, go here.