There are many places in the world where I really enjoy being present. Taking time out to visit Tennessee is a treat. Our annual trek to the Redwoods is incredibly special. Spending time with friends in San Francisco and Windsor is at the top of any list I would compile of my best places to be. Yet each shares something in common with the other, they do not feel like home. Right now I have no idea where home is. It is confusing! Do I call the place where I stay with my family? In that case, my home is a rented RV. Do I anticipate the future and attach a label to a place that I have spent less than a week visiting in the last decade? Is keeping yesterday’s label appropriate even though there are no cars, pets, clothes, food, or family present?
Life is often confusing. I find myself lost in my own metaphoric backyard. I don’t know what to expect. Should the troubles of yesterday be behind me? Are the threats of the past no longer present? What of the fears, doubts, and uncertainties?
The confusion doesn’t end there. It is as if everything remains turns upside down. What I thought was bad yesterday is a blessing today, while yesterday’s blessing is now tugging at a weakness I thought I had dealt with long ago. Even the blessing of conversation has turned on its head. The anticipated good is now morphed into a confusing mass of sounds. Everything seems to be sharp, unexpected, and contrary to the truth.
When Jesus was put on trial, there was an exchange of words. In response, “one of the policemen standing there slapped Jesus across the face, saying, ‘How dare you speak to the Chief Priest like that!’
Jesus replied, ‘If I've said something wrong, prove it. But if I've spoken the plain truth, why this slapping around?’” (John 18.22, 23)
Some questions do not have answers, yet God is always present. We may be confused while the Spirit waits ready to help. Welcome to life.
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