Journeying Together Day 22 (Day 19, with feast days) The Well at the top of the mountain…The Well at the bottom of the mountain… We begin our third week today in the crucible that is the Wilderness of Sinai and its mountain and Storm God. In our remaking along this journey we continue to face internal and external challenges of the deepest sort. And we vacillate between abundance and lack; miracles and misery; soaring and productive faithfulness and stalling, comic and devastating apostasy. We are growing. We are changing. We are becoming. Again. I hope you are being blessed by the guidance that is this challenging mirror of remembrance and courage. I hope you too are facing the most challenging things in your own life and circumstances with the assurance that God is certainly with you in a multiplicity of forms. I hope your God is a trying God. I hope your God is a molding God. I hope your God is a gracious God that only puts you through the things that such a God would keep you company through. I hope you are being shaped by this liminal intimacy of struggling with those areas where you are most vulnerable. I hope you are at the mountain with us, at the top or the bottom, but at the mountain and I hope you too are at the well. I remember a well at my second cousins home in the country in outside Newton, Texas circa 1970. On the edge of the field behind the house away from the side where the outhouse stood was a well with the sweetest water I have ever tasted. It had to be drawn each day for every purpose. And this drawing was real work for eight year-old hands and arms that burned with strain and anticipation. And it was not simple and there was more than a little danger because of the depth of the well and the risk of falling into the sweet darkness, the nuisance of dropping the ladle or that the chain/rope holding the bucket might break if yanked too hard or impatiently. And yet, with this fear there is that trust that I could do it. The care that i should do it. The formation of facing that fear to drink and share that deep water. Ministry? Preparation? There is such a well, I trenchantly hope in all our lives. I know it is here in this wilderness. It is a well of choices. Of hopes. Of love and obedience to the Spirit that guides us up and down the mountain. W are both Moses and the people. We are both full of fear and integrity and fear and brokenness and we choose,daily how we will live and what we will drink from the wells at the top and at the foot of the mountain. May your muscles ache and your heart glow and you mouth be sated by these waters. And if you are in a whole make by your mistakes or others, your despair, may you grasp the bucket falling to you and be drawn from the bottom of a well in formation…by a trusted child or friend. God bless your day. Amen
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 11:29:41 +0000
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