It is long enough. Three months? That is
a semester of school. How much has your life changed in a semester? Three
months is long enough to grow; long enough to fall in love; long enough to
transform. It is long enough to define our Race experience. Long enough to
eradicate what went before it. Long enough to prepare us for what is ahead. We
still have a third of our race, a quarter of a year. For goodness sake, it is a
season.
Home may seem like an achievable light at the end of the
tunnel. But it is an illusion. You are no longer an American, a Canadian, or a
German. You are a Kingdom citizen. This is home. Here. Now. If you cannot learn
to live here, in these three months, with the Kingdom pressing in around you,
then the light at the end of this tunnel will just be another tunnel. And, in
that old familiar tunnel, adventure will be your new light. Home is where your
heart collides with the Presence of God.
are frustrated and tired that we are still imperfect. Stop it. Your best is not
good enough because your worst is good enough. His power is made perfect in our
weakness. This whole thing is not about us. The secret to showing up to our own
story is to realize that we are really showing up to Gods story.
months are about Him. The Lord of Heaven and earth; the Creator of all
universes; the King of eternity. May we take these three months and say –
though our struggles may re-manifest, though our imperfection may always haunt
us, though life will never run short of obstacles and trials – that the Lord is
unchangeably Good. His love endures forever.
Jesus died for eternitys sins, conquered death, and turned
the entire world upside down in just three days. Dare we begin to dream what he
can do in three months? It is time. Now. Shred the lies about how short a time
we have left. Shed the excuses about how little meaning can be found in such a
short distance together. The Presence of Almighty Jesus beckons us, Come
closer. We are living in days we will never have again, with community we can
never precisely duplicate.
Let us stop lamenting over our lack of answers and start
asking the right questions. Let us march unafraid into the depths of who Christ
is, both inside of us and in all of eternity. It is no longer enough to pursue
the desires of our hearts. Let us plead to desire only His Heart. May we cast
aside our desire for miracles and long only for the Miracle Maker. Let us rest
in the Perfection of His plan, the infallibility of His Timing. The path behind
us is no accident, laced with divine encounter. Why should the path ahead be
any different? Let us stop pretending we have a grip on this journey, that we
know what is ahead, that we have cornered how things will be.
In these three months, God will transform the mundane. He
will renovate the broken. We have learned by now that love does not look like
you would have imagined. So stop imagining that love can no longer surprise
you. It is time to once again hurl aside your expectations and assumptions.
There is time enough to discover that peace can be restless, that love can
hurt, and that Home is not about geography.
The voice of your King beckons, calling you out and up. The
heart of your Lord beats, pulling you in and sending you out. The eyes of your
Savior pierce the horizon, too bright to see and too illuminated to ignore. The
love of your life stands before you, demanding to be seen and lurking in
beautiful mystery.
The waves are still crashing and the future still uncertain.
Maybe this was never really about that. Maybe we have been trying to get to the
mountain top instead of reaching for the stars.
