To Know God

To know God

Without being God-like

Is like trying to swim

Without entering the water

Orest Bedrij

Over and over again

In my reading

In my living

It becomes clear

The search for a God who is “out there” is futile

That God I will never find

and I will never, ever find

the promised land

of

transformation

the people of Israel

wandered

wandered

wandered

and did after years in the wasteland

find

the Promised Land

But they did not “find” God

or even that mysterious land

of milk and honey

God was there all along

“tenting”

camping with them

in their midst

and He slowly carefully

in spite of all they tried to do to sabotage the process

brought them home

Lord this day

I thank you for camping with me

for being in me

Lord deliver me from myself

As you bring me home to the Promised Land

Meaning and joy

hope

and love

as you help me find myself