We must not take this journey with our head so far up in the clouds that we miss out on what’s below, where our feet tread in the mud and scoot across the dirty sod in the here-and-now.
We walk on that from which God formed us, the dust of a million years. He joined us in his artistry, never separated from His work, elbows deep in the muck of it; always The Creator, always the God with us. That is where the treasure is found, not in lofty ideals but in the truth of God becoming man.
We want to miss out on the mess of the here-and-now but if we ignored it, we’d miss out on the treasure of becoming, forming.
The dirty pilgrims to our left and right aren’t journeying in isolation. Hands were meant to grasp, fingers to intertwine, eyes to be seen, feet to walk, mouths to speak, and there are no exceptions. That means you, you refugee.
We forget that He is God with us, not God far off. He formed us from the dust, hands coated with the joy of it. He walks with us in the thick of it, the journey.
I want resolution, always. He gives process. The dust of me looking for the light. But the light is within where he has formed His temple and resides.
It has always been God’s intention to dwell with us. He walked in the garden with Adam and Eve, showed Himself as a pillar of fire and cloud to the Israelites, revealed Himself through the Ten Commandments, dwelled in the temple, spoke through the prophets, sent His angels as messengers, came as a man to teach us and walk with us, sent the Holy Spirit to comfort and guide us, revealed truth through scriptures, is coming back for us and will dwell with us when everything is new-The I Am intertwined in our story, never content to be silent.
We were made to see, experience, and it’s in His Nature to be seen and create. Even when we lose sight of Him, when we think He is silent, all creation is screaming His name. That’s when we pull in closer and for our yearning to root deeper within us.
We become his hands, his feet, his arms to this hurting world when we reach for Him. Our ears open to hear the cries of others in process, our hearts open to the hurting.
The people to my right and left, men and women alike, all ages, all ethnicities created in the image of God; all anticipating resolution and all loved by the Here-and-Now God.