Post-Mexico Thoughts

"If a commission by an earthly king is considered an honor, how can a commission by a Heavenly King be considered a sacrifice?" David Livingstone

One morning in Mexico, a few of us got up early and went jogging through the Mexican country hillside. The sun was barely peaking over the horizon and the moon was high in the sky. A few stars were left scattered in the dawn. It was cool and crisp and the air felt pink (do you know what I mean?). We ran on an old dirt hill, alongside some vineyards. There were no cars around. Only the sound of dogs barking, birds chirping, and the thud, thud of our feet hitting the ground.

It was difficult to see where we were going. The road was littered with potholes and mud puddles. By the time we turned around the horizon looked on fire as the sun came up, a ribbon at a time. I was amazed at how bright it seemed, just by the act of turning around and facing the sun.

Oh how similar our lives are to that. As we put our back to the Son (Jesus) and try to go our own way, it's nearly impossible to see where we're going. Potholes and pitfalls are scattered all around us, causing us to trip and fall and lose our way. But when we turn around and run towards to Son, the path is lit before us (Psalm 119:105 "Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path."). The road doesn't become perfect and smooth, but we can see clearly to avoid the potholes. We have direction and clarity.