Awaiting Angels - Day 34
The Lord is not slow about His promise ~ 2 Peter 3:9
Tempted to Forget
The miles passed, and the cycles of days turned, blending in with the flow of evenings and mornings. The God-man was tempted to forget who He was and where He was going. Lofty pinnacles of stone watched like the carved marble heights of some lofty cathedral, and the dunes surrounded Him, slow and wise. He walked along the brink of a canyon whose depths defeated His nerves.
He wondered, "Who am I, floating in this space between?" The winds of hopelessness blasted so hard that He clung to the promise until it became an entire universe. In the balance, on the edge where any false step could ruin Him, Jesus stood on dizzying heights, wondering if He could even return to the world of friendly mealtimes, silly bickering, and community toil.
The tempter's joyless, cold words slapped Him, and the barking, biting dogs of regret nipped at His heart, urging Him to choose—either become hard like him or yield to the song of heroic death. Yet, in the critical moment, He experienced a profound joy that launched His soul skyrocketing with delight. He laughed, and the spell was broken.
Like Jesus, we choose Zion. Even if its green hills are just a memory and its refreshing coastlines seem unbelievable, we believe. Though it only seems like an extravagant promise that appears too good to be true, our choice is the sweet fragrance of the love of Christ. It reaches out like a welcoming bonfire in a distant forest, so we quicken our pace—plodding on toward the hope that “In the Father’s house, there are many rooms,” and He has prepared a room for us.
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