In the wilderness, the pillar, the cloud.
In the wilderness, the mount of revelation.
In the wilderness, the daily bread.
In the wilderness, the covenant.
Not by chance, not even our choice, but His choosing.
The only path to glory that we know is through the nail holes. The only way to life through the birth canal.
The road from Jericho to Jerusalem is filled with bandits and thieves, but we may yet meet our Saviour, not in the holy robes but in the outcast’s embrace, or perhaps even in the bloodied man himself.
Our God, He is a wilderness walker, a burning bush talker. He draws a crossroads in the sand, and we can choose –
Do we walk with Him?