“Desert time is vital to a mature relationship with God.” (Something to think and pray about this week)
As a Lenten message I think this is fab!
Desert time with God. That idling of companionable ease, the slow and sensuous tasting, the tasty treats shared with a yummy smacking of lips – a small spoon of yours offered with a small spoon of mine. Sharing time. Caring time. Together time.
And then I realised we were in the “give it up for God” hot sandy desert – not the leisurely sensuous dessert I was enjoying with my Friend and Father.
So let me rewrite those Lenten words my way: “Dessert time is vital to a mature relationship with God.”
We only have the bible to tell us why Jesus willingly walked to the cross. And that bible is full of fulfillings. That bible is full of teachings. That bible is stuffed full of this is why. And while that works for me … I don’t have to be convinced any longer. I don’t have to have these things proved to me anymore. I don’t need evidence to bolster my belief. And I don’t need “good works” to justify or prove my faith. Not any more.
And if I am wrong and there is no God, no eternal ever after … if I have misunderstood and there is a God who wanted me to toe the party line … if the life of unconditional love both ways is not what God meant at all … if all of this is some massive fairy story for children … for me it is really simple: I enjoy my living so much more this way!
So I believe dessert time is vital to a mature relationship with my God.
And I will linger over my internal relationship. I will linger over our internal dialogue. I desire to ooze unconditional love. I seek unconditional love in that quiet inner voice, in the drawing together of others who hear this quiet still voice, of others who seek not a better religion but a loving living today – a love to live by and in and together.
A love that changes. A love that allows. A love that empowers. A love that desires. A love that hurts no one. A love that allows everyone. Even when that means saying no, or it’s your turn, or you go first , or I don’t need that you have it … or all and any of those “good works” we so often see not as love but as duty … as obligation … as needed …
Maybe I am wrong about the hot sandy desert.
Maybe I need to leave my comfortable sweet trolley. Maybe I need to research the bible and seek to prove God to you and you and you. Maybe I should sell our home and all our possessions and give them to the poor. Maybe I should become poor so you can sell all your possessions and give them to me. The desert can be full of whatever I desire to be deprived of.
And I wonder this …
Is this Lenten “journey of desert” what our dear Father actually desires of us? Or do we each create the desert we wish for? And if we do –
Then how different is your desert to my “dessert” (that I also create)?
Years ago I gave up sugar for Lent as a young child. I did it for me. I did for God. I did it because religion/church encouraged it. But my chosen abstinence never brought me any closer to God. In fact …
I think it helped push us apart for several decades.