Dare To Go

We are invited to go to the place of mystery, where the bigger and unexpected things can unfold.  It is a place where we don’t write the script, but we are welcomed to come and participate, to be amazed, to have important roles, to engage and be filled with wonder.

We need minds that will explore His character and make room for His ways without requiring that they make sense to us first or demand that He only does things we are comfortable with.

We need hearts that are open and swift to respond to those around us, interested in what God might be doing in this encounter, and continually being shaped by Him as we give Him room to be the God who lives and is lavishly at work in the world in infinite ways.

We need courage to go with Him because we believe more than anything that He is utterly good and is not out to demolish, shame, or abandon us--even if the current scenario stirs our nerves.  It might mean that God is asking us to consider something new and widen our parameter of Him and what He might be up to.  

We are sometimes the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and the Cowardly Lion, but we can go to the place that is somewhat unpredictable, a place that doesn’t exactly have the comforts of our home, and yet brings a life that we know our home desperately needs.  We discover, when we open the doors, that He is at work continually and beautifully on our behalf there.  

As far as I can tell, the root of our response is always tied to the question “Is He good?”  It is the ancient question that has tipped the scales of human response since the beginning.  And ironically, we are unlikely to find that He is until we truly give Him a chance to show us.  We can be stunned by a major event where we know the outcome was way better than we deserved and not at all of our doing.  And we can decide to stay in those waters and explore those depths and find that the frontiers are wide and deep and His work inexhaustible.  He moves on and on.  

Most of us stop at some field of poppies and the seductive substitute of some lesser kind of wonder and miss the power of the Kingdom that is just a few steps ahead, and the King who is waiting for us and so hoping that we will come.  We can discover what was there for us all along.

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