Lewis and Clark and you.
I once saw a special on PBS about Lewis and Clark, the famous explorers that crossed the
Midway through their journey, Lewis and Clark topped a small set of hills. On the other side they expected to find a river that would speed them the rest of the journey, eventually emptying in the
There was no river escape, no easy last half of the journey. The worse lay ahead, the hardest in front of them. And with winter pressing down, they had little option but to continue, into the mouth of the
Have you ever felt like that? Have you ever walked up a hill, expecting to find freedom on the other side only to be met by mountains? Maybe you received a positive medical report only to have your cancer come screaming out of remission months later. Maybe you got divorce papers when you thought counseling was really starting to heal some wounds. Maybe the promotion didn’t come through, the house wouldn’t sell, the University you wanted, didn’t want you.
I think mountains can come in a thousand different flavors. And it can be really frustrating when we face them even as we try to sit in God’s hand. There is a sense of “Wait, I’m on your side now.” A feeling that since we’re headed home, things should move quickly or smoothly. I think part of the reason we feel this way is that often, the plunge is fast. It’s not difficult to crash. The fall from grace can occur at the speed of light. And we remember that as we try to walk back to the Lord.
But in working on my book, The Prodigal Son’s Field Guide, I noticed something interesting about the distance between us and God. In Luke 15, when the Prodigal Son comes to his senses, the Bible says simply, “So he got up and went to his father.”
We’re not given a distance to how far he had to go. There’s no mention to whether he’s ten miles away from his father’s estate or ten million. We’re simply not given that. What we do get though is the distance the father travels for the son.
Here is how verse 20 reads:
“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.”
The father runs a long way. It is the father’s feet that travel, the father’s legs that run without ceasing until they reach their destination. And that destination is us.
Why tell the story that way? Why didn’t Christ say something like, “After the son had been traveling for a while, he saw his father?” Why not have a transition sentence between when the son gets up to go home and when the father runs to him?
Because there isn’t one. There is no waiting period. No part of the journey when the son travels home unseen and alone. Christ purposely moves from the son leaving the pig pen to the father running after him. The father’s love is instantaneous. The father’s run is immediate.
There are mountains ahead. They might be the Rockies, they might even be the