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June 1, 2015, 8:57 AM

Settling in...


From Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing:  (emphasis added) 

O to grace how great a debtor Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetterBind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it for Thy courts above.

We've been wandering since day 1.  Sure, "In the Beginning..." there were boundaries, but we were created to be free.  When the gates were closed, we continued to be free to wander... and that spirit of roaming has been our tendency since then.  We teach our children of the great explorers and visionaries who sought to touch the very boundaries of the earth.  They learn of the women and men who pushed the boundaries of gravity, elevation, and free-fall.   

But that's not the wandering we're singing about above.  We've been free to explore, even having from the get-go a Tabernacle created to be mobile.  

The wandering that requires our hearts to be sealed in the the courts above is the wandering of hearts that have nothing to do with terrain, physical borders, or flaming swords guarding the way back in.  We could stay in the same place, attend the same church, eat at the same restaurant after church every week and still be a wandering soul without constraints.  The distance and boundaries we must be leery of are those of the wanderings that create distance and boundaries between us and God.  

A question posed in the Sermon yesterday was about our roots.  "What holds us to the ground?"  Trees of even the greatest height can be thrown about if their root system is shallow or stunted.  We have idioms in our language sets that speak of being "Uprooted" and conversely "Laying Down Roots."  Those speak to the wandering of our feet, not our souls.  Too often we're too caught up in our physical dimensions and boundaries to remember to plant our souls in a place they will grow.  

Psalm 1 speaks of the benefit of a tree that is planted by the water.  The fruit of that tree is lush and vibrant.  The roots are solid and entrenched in solid ground.  Winds will not avail those trees.  Drought will not push them to their limits. 

Doubt has no effect on that tree.  Attacks of faith and devotion to greater truths merely flow through the branches like a gentle breeze.  Worry

is pushed to the places Jesus told us to place them.  Not because freedom to wander is removed, but because the wandering NEVER takes

us from our Roots.  

 


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