Life got a little wild around here lately.
And not the good kind of wild that is mostly fun and free.
The kind of wild where everyone has that look in their eyes and you know there will be battles. The kind of wild that ends up with more rules and tighter boundaries and a general cracking down that feels heavy.
I just found myself dealing with discipline issues that had long since been established. Our family culture was wearing on me and we needed a different way out. So I grabbed Russ and scheduled a hiking day.
We needed out of the box that was holding us in. Ministry, and meals, and guests, and going places are all good things, but truthfully, they require us to be so darn civilized that the backlash is a wildness that can't be contained.
So we head for the depths of the canyon. A place that claims wildness far beyond even our wild little prairie. Cliffs that plunge into tangles of cedar, rocks that defy gravity and balance precariously above our heads, the hints of the animals that really own this land in the holes and rocks that not only line, but often overtake the path, with no regard to our endeavors.
The wild out there calms the wild in us.
It reminds us of who is really in charge around here, and surprise, surprise, it isn't us. The rugged beauty speaks to the depths of our souls of a beauty far deeper than the one we must put on for our civilized life. It tells us about the beauty of freedom, of provision, of trust, and of wisdom.
Because there in the wilds of the desert God ministers to us and instead of trying to tame the wildness in us, He calls it forth for a better purpose. A passion for Him that defies a cultural expectation. A calling that is broader than the walls of a home or even a church building could ever hold.
Maybe you feel it too? The wildness trying to break free and instead it's breaking all of the parts of your life. Maybe you know the feeling of feeling hemmed in by your own life, by the good things you've been given. Go to the wild. Anywhere you can't control. And let Him minister to you.
“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe