“I sought the Lord,
and afterward I knew
He moved my soul to seek Him, seeking me;
It was not I that found, Oh Savior true,
No! I was found of Thee.
Thou didst reach forth
Thy hand, and mine enfold;
I walked and sank not on the storm-vexed sea;
Twas not so much that I on Thee took hold,
As Thou, dear Lord, on me.
I find, I walk, I love,
But, oh, the whole
Of love is but my answer, Lord, to Thee!
For Thou wert long beforehand with my soul;
Always, Thou lovedst me.”
(Anonymous, c. 1904)
And so, 100 days ago a gentleman from Kenya, and a woman from the USA, began a journey. We each had been moved to seek God through Christ, and to form a deeper and more personal relationship with this Savior in Whom we believed, but Who we felt we did not know as much as we wanted or needed to. We began with the season of Lent, and marked our way to Jerusalem and to the Cross with our prayer, meditation and introspection and occasional written communication. But we ended up sharing something neither of us expected – we shared ourselves with one another in a way neither of us had done with another before, and as such we became fast friends, a brother and sister of the same Lord we came to love more each day as we experienced our walk down the long dusty road, with Jesus at our side – our Paraclete – laughing, chiding, reproving, but more than anything loving us in ever more wonderful, enlightening and intriguing ways.
We also discovered, to our delight, that because we lived in such disparate time zones, each day and each night was extended. We made arrangements each evening to meet one another at the campfire, at the close of each long day. At the fire, we were weary or rejuvenated, happy to listen to Jesus as He opened up the scriptures for us; and sometimes, quietly sitting off to one side, removed a bit from the fire, we would spend time in solitude going over our struggles or triumphs of the day. But the thing is, we SAW each other. We each know what the other looks like, the sound of each other’s voice, the shape of each other’s smile, the tone of our own frustrations and anguish, and the sound of each other’s laughter. What a miracle was granted us when we made a rather impulsive decision to take this journey together. We have had dreams that meshed and were interwoven, one with the other. We have both come to believe that we will meet, face-to-face one day. We shall have no trouble recognizing one another. We are connected, related, brother and sister.
And can it be that our journey now has ended? I think not. I believe it has really only just begun – but we shall perhaps be taking different routes to our mutual destination. We expect to meet occasionally and share a poem by the campfire. At times, our routes will be parallel, and sometimes, I imagine they will diverge and take us on separate adventures. No matter. Because of our 100 days, we are forever connected. And whether we meet on this side of eternity or the other, we will meet, face to face, and we will strike up our conversation exactly where we last left it, and Jesus will be there with us, and we will laugh, and we will understand fully what we have only been able to dimly perceive, each through our own cloudy mirrors.
God be with you, always
Blessing you all with the abundance of enough. . .