Remember His Words
This week Kim Mayes is stepping in for me. I hope that you enjoy her Words for Wednesday.
In Christ,
Kevin
Remember His Words
“He is not here; He has risen! Remember how He told you, while He was still with you in Galilee: ‘The Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified, and on the third day be raised again.’ Then, they remembered His words.” Luke 24:6-8
Anyone who knows me well knows my love of hiking, and particularly my love of hiking in one special place in the Smokies. I can talk about it ad nauseam; it’s a special skill of mine. There are so many parallels and lessons to be drawn from being in that place, away from the distraction of the technologies and the worries and noise of this world we live in. The stars are a little brighter there, too. No doubt, that’s why I’m drawn to this place.
Although “camp” sits on the north side of Mt. LeConte at just over 6500,’ the very best place to watch the sunrise is a little over a mile to the east. Myrtle Point is a huge rock outcropping that offers an unobscured view of the eastern sky. In order to see the best part of a sunrise, one must be in position well before the sun actually rises which, in this case, means a ridge line trek illuminated only by my headlamp. There’s a portion of this ridge line trail that is only wide enough for my hiking boots. Any misstep to the right or the left affords a one-way adventure tumbling down the mountain. A reminder is necessary here… It’s dark.
Drawing some parallels, God is my headlamp; That’s the easy connection to make. I can equate being surrounded by complete darkness in the woods on this very narrow trail to a rough spot in life following Him. Sometimes I can’t see the destination. Sometimes I don’t understand where the path is going, and sometimes I foolishly worry whether I’m going to get there in one piece or not! Sometimes I venture a little too far to the left or to the right and I stumble. Have you been there, too? I think we all have. My journey to see the sunrise is much like a believer’s destination to Heaven and eternity. None of this is comfortable at all, but the destination is absolutely worth it!
Referring to the scripture passage above from Luke, maybe that’s the way the women felt when they found the tomb was empty on that Easter morning. Not remembering His promises, they found themselves in the dark, not knowing what in the world had happened, or what they were going to do. I’m sure they were scared and so confused. Maybe they were a little frantic, or even panicked? My human self can surely identify with those feelings.
A parallel I draw to my own life from that scripture passage is how easily I forget His words and His promises, just like those women at the grave. In their darkness, angels reminded the women of the truths they already knew. How grateful I am that none of us walk this life alone. My believing friends, family and worship leaders remind me to trust when I forget. Open-hearted time in prayer affords the Holy Spirit space to work on my forgetfulness, too.
I find myself wishing this Easter season could last a little longer this year; In my heart, I can make that happen. It’s been such a sweet time of learning and renewed grasp on what it means to trust “my headlamp” to show me the way and to catch me if I stumble, no matter how dark and narrow the trail.
These are your Words for Wednesday! Enjoy the rest of the week, and if He gives you the opportunity, be bold and remind a fellow sojourner to trust… I know first hand, it can make all the difference!
Kim
In Christ,
Kevin
Remember His Words
“He is not here; He has risen! Remember how He told you, while He was still with you in Galilee: ‘The Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified, and on the third day be raised again.’ Then, they remembered His words.” Luke 24:6-8
Anyone who knows me well knows my love of hiking, and particularly my love of hiking in one special place in the Smokies. I can talk about it ad nauseam; it’s a special skill of mine. There are so many parallels and lessons to be drawn from being in that place, away from the distraction of the technologies and the worries and noise of this world we live in. The stars are a little brighter there, too. No doubt, that’s why I’m drawn to this place.
Although “camp” sits on the north side of Mt. LeConte at just over 6500,’ the very best place to watch the sunrise is a little over a mile to the east. Myrtle Point is a huge rock outcropping that offers an unobscured view of the eastern sky. In order to see the best part of a sunrise, one must be in position well before the sun actually rises which, in this case, means a ridge line trek illuminated only by my headlamp. There’s a portion of this ridge line trail that is only wide enough for my hiking boots. Any misstep to the right or the left affords a one-way adventure tumbling down the mountain. A reminder is necessary here… It’s dark.
Drawing some parallels, God is my headlamp; That’s the easy connection to make. I can equate being surrounded by complete darkness in the woods on this very narrow trail to a rough spot in life following Him. Sometimes I can’t see the destination. Sometimes I don’t understand where the path is going, and sometimes I foolishly worry whether I’m going to get there in one piece or not! Sometimes I venture a little too far to the left or to the right and I stumble. Have you been there, too? I think we all have. My journey to see the sunrise is much like a believer’s destination to Heaven and eternity. None of this is comfortable at all, but the destination is absolutely worth it!
Referring to the scripture passage above from Luke, maybe that’s the way the women felt when they found the tomb was empty on that Easter morning. Not remembering His promises, they found themselves in the dark, not knowing what in the world had happened, or what they were going to do. I’m sure they were scared and so confused. Maybe they were a little frantic, or even panicked? My human self can surely identify with those feelings.
A parallel I draw to my own life from that scripture passage is how easily I forget His words and His promises, just like those women at the grave. In their darkness, angels reminded the women of the truths they already knew. How grateful I am that none of us walk this life alone. My believing friends, family and worship leaders remind me to trust when I forget. Open-hearted time in prayer affords the Holy Spirit space to work on my forgetfulness, too.
I find myself wishing this Easter season could last a little longer this year; In my heart, I can make that happen. It’s been such a sweet time of learning and renewed grasp on what it means to trust “my headlamp” to show me the way and to catch me if I stumble, no matter how dark and narrow the trail.
These are your Words for Wednesday! Enjoy the rest of the week, and if He gives you the opportunity, be bold and remind a fellow sojourner to trust… I know first hand, it can make all the difference!
Kim
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