The Journey and Arrival
When I first arrived at Faith I thought that it was my destination.
A place of acceptance by a community of loving people.
An antidote to a world of cynicism and harshness
A place of safe rest and peace.
No one told me about ‘the Journey’
No one told me that there even was ‘a Journey’
I had, I thought, arrived at the harbour called faith
I had come alongside and tied on to the mooring.
I had placed my belay on the bomb proof anchor of belief.
Safe and secure, protected from life’s falls.
So the metaphors of
Tying onto a safe belay
Became disturbed at the realisation that
Arrival begat ‘a Journey’ and it was not yet complete.
So, on ‘the Journey’ I am accompanied by a Babel,
a cacophony of
I am lulled into the false belief that these
are the destination itself.
But no, these
and received wisdoms
compete to become ‘the Journey’ itself,
but are only idolatrous illusions of our superior intellect,
Seducing us to become gods
made in ‘our’ own image.
If only I could filter the competing noises,
I might realise that my destination had been reached back at the beginning,
At the point of accepting the personal saviour, Christ.
He always knew me,
I was His creation and
in spite of all my sin,
He accepted me, always.
So ‘the Journey’ is in fact anchored in the destination,
and the destination is anchored in Him
So as we ask, as we seek,
as we travel on ‘the Journey’
The destination is, in fact,
that bomb proof belay of assurance in the shape of Christ.