OUR WALK

I have thought long and hard on how to end this series, which I hope helped you “see” the people in the Bible.  People who were real, who were searching for answers, and each had a walk to take.

Mary’s path was hard.  She knew her son was not hers alone.  She knew he would take a walk that she could not take with him.  She shed tears.

Jesus’ walk ….  How do you even begin to think about Jesus’ walk? He walked as a humble servant of his Heavenly Father.  He walked with determination and purpose.  He walked with love to tell the Good News.

And the crowds.  The crowds walked to find him.  To hear him.  To find eternal life.

When is something right also wrong?  There was no shame in the steps of those who followed the law.  What did they have to feel shameful for? They could have thrown the rock.  They can charge fees.  It is legal and there is nothing shameful about their work.  Or so they thought.

Some walks are not honest or even borderline honest.  Those walks are evil and taken in the dark, in the shadows, or on the edge of the crowds.  Satan sets the hook and reels in those that walk in the shadows.  He will help them justify their actions.

Once again, we saw Jesus walking.  Walking to a place of quiet.  A place to pray.

BUT what about our walk? Years from now, if someone is sitting at their desk, reading an article about a portion of your life or reading your whole life story, how would they describe you?

My life?  My story?  I am sure it would begin:  A baby was born, in a small town, with eyes that see beyond the words on a page, ears that hear the stories of others, a nose that could sneeze with abandon, hands that wrote a blog to help her understand life, and a mouth that never knew when to shut up.  I put that last in to see if you were still reading.

Now for the real description.  How would I be described?  I have no idea!  It is hard to look at yourself realistically.  My story would have times I was walking toward Jesus and times I was hanging around the edges.  Not because I wanted to do evil or because Satan had his hook in me, but because I wasn’t sure where I fit in.  There are times when I thought what I was doing was perfectly fine.  As my faith grew, I realized legal/perfectly fine might just not be the right answer on judgment day.

And my walk continues.  

And your walk continues.