Sojourner

Psalm 39:12" Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry;Do not be silent at my tears;For I am a stranger with You, a sojourner like all my fathers.

Like a wagon-train from two centuries ago, crossing the lonely, wind-swept-hot desert – so the Christian travels. Past tumbleweeds that once were alive and green, past a whitish horse skull, past the burnt remains of a wagon that came under attack. The sun burns down hot and scorching. The wagon wheels crack and creek – slipping over a harden stone, all to the sound of desert loneliness.

So often this describes the Christian experience, one of deserts hot, of skeletons seen and unseen, and of those who came under attack and fell.

Like the early travelers we are sojourners. We are travelers, we go from faith to faith, from victory to defeat, from defeat to victory. We follow God’s cloud in the wilderness, in the heat of the day we are feed by his heavenly bread, we are nourished and so we travel on.

For our vision, our hope, are destination is not of this world. We look for a better world, a heavenly one. Where there is righteousness, were our sores will be healed and our tears wiped away. Where life will flourish, alive and free and eternal.

We travel over sand hot, soil long ago cracked and dry but over the next rise, the next hill, God will refresh us, keep us, and bring our journey to a stop along his valley green and still waters…