9/27/2005 12:22:00 PM|||Joel VandenBrink|||

The Bible tells us that the Israelites walked around, literally circled a desert for 40 years. This desert was the 'land between.' None of them knew where they were going, but they had a promise, a promise that kept them wandering. This promise (I will take you to a land flowing with milk and honey) simutaneously irritated them and enticed them. How did they hold hope for so long?

Life often feels like the land between. No place ever feels like home and we are constantly on some journey. We never arrive home. There is no home -- there are only moments that feel like something we want to call home. Moments were the surreal is real. Moments where earthly suffering feels distant. Moments where we feel something whisper in our heart. But these moments pass. The sun sets, a new day begins, and we are forced, knowingly or not, to ask the question, "Where to Spirit?" For it seems that the moments where we feel at home pass and the Spirit is yearning us to the future, pulling is in the direction of hope

My prayer for today is that I will feel this hope as I sit in the land between.

blessings,
joel

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