Sometimes God calls a person to unbelief in order that
faith may take new forms.
Christian
Wiman, My Bright Abyss
The truth is we are all on a wilderness journey out of
some form of slavery.
Brian
McLaren
How will I know when I find what I seek?
Christine
Valters Paintner
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Today is a day for wandering and wonder
I am always a little bit homeless
Unsettled
I am always a little bit homesick
Looking for that place to settle
For the promised land
Full of milk and honey
That place of peace
Of certainty and belonging
I am not complaining mind you
Or perhaps maybe I am
But I do not want to die
The same creature as the one who started
This journey through the wilderness
This tortured, twisted, thirsty
Exodus
Life and faith are all about
Evolving
Changing
Growing
It’s a risky process
Fraught with mountains
and rivers
and the occasional abyss
those moments of scaling the cliffs
and those terrifying times
when I slip and slide into the primordial ooze
sometimes I want to go back
to comfort
to old ways
I want to wander paths well-known
Imprinted on the earth of my soul
So deeply
But there is danger there too
In those deeply worn ruts
That keep returning me
To the same place
To the slavery of old beliefs
And old ways
And old mistakes
Today is a day for wandering and wondering
Learning and growing
For picking up a few shards of wisdom
And for throwing a few away
Like dry twigs
Into the fire
The ancient lands that stretch out
Behind me
Are not all wilderness
There are places here and there
Where water sprang up
And manna fell
But those places are not for sojourning
They are for momentary rests
Along the way
Along the road I make by walking
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