3 weeks from now, we begin a new moment in life. Our stories in Vero Beach come to an end, but a new beginning unfolds. It has been bittersweet to say the least. It is so easy to get caught up in the romanticized idea of school and simply reorganize our lives. However, I believe the organization of our lives begins with how we leave this. If it was easy, it wouldn't be called a leap of "faith." On Wednesday, we discussed the wise men and how they probably walked for months before Jesus was even born. Each, individually, came from a different part of Asia (or so we assume from "The East") and each had to walk through the Middle East (which we know has a lot of desert). It is hard to imagine walking for months, sometimes alone, through the desert to a place unknown. When they arrive, who do they speak to first, but the king. Most of us would be honored simply to know the king and to speak to the king. However, they weren't impressed and actually shared the gospel right then and there. When they finally reach "THE KING," they deliver gifts specifically from where they came: parts of who they were.
Here Tracy and I are, walking to a new area of our lives, looking for a king, trying to find His will months before we have to, walking across a desert, telling anyone who asks why we are doing it, and won't stop until we share our gifts with the king.
As this story continues, is that not the true story of all of us? Are we not desert wanderers seeking truth and finding it is not as easy as it seems. For did the Magi not find the beginning of their journey at what was supposed to be the eventual goal?
That is my robservation at least.
peace
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