Nobody knows when and how the bustling epicenter of busy
religious activity turned into a breeding ground of score-keeping, comparison
and competition.
Perhaps at some point the show became more important than the
substance. The PR more important than
prayer. The reputation more important
than the relationship.
But, Jesus wouldn't engage in the game. He would have none of it. He let the religious
professionals to their own little charts and score boards, He gathered up His
crew and headed north, out of Judea and... straight
for the Middle-of-Nowhere. The Wasteland
of In-Between .
I find this so incredibly counter-cultural, so
counter-intuitive - leaving behind thriving, successful ministry on the upswing and ...? - but I won’t go there.
We see Him on the road for several hours already and by now He is worn out by the journey.
Worn out by the
journey…
Journeys are tiring. We just returned from a long
international trip and it was exhausting.
The act of leaving.
All the decisions: What do I take? What do I leave behind? Who are my travelling companions? Counting the
baggage we all carry on - theirs? Mine?
The upheaval of change.
The loss of familiarity.
The hope waiting at the destination.
The art and the science of travelling light.
Then, we are in transit.
Neither here nor there. Firmly planted in mid-air for what feels like f-o-r-e-v-e-r. The
destination not in sight.
ARE we THERE YET???
Everyone is exhausted and a little grumpy.
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