I used to drive out to an overlook when I first started out in ministry and sit out there for long periods of time. I still do. Alone and totally confused most of the time. It would be very stoic or romantic sounding if I wasn’t crying all the time. I am a gross crier. Some people just softly cry, but when I get going, I become very snotty. Out on the overlook, I would always get this sense that God was constantly asking, “What did you come out here to see?”
I didn’t know, I just knew I had to and that maybe I would find it sometime. I would find Him. Not the quick prayer Jesus, but the real One. The dangerous One.
The non-flannelgraph Jesus. The One that stirs you, and makes you aware that most of your life is just safe. I have my safe routes I take every day that slowly numb me down to everything around me, but yet, I can feel in my heart that just beyond it is the wild. And out there is a Something that is calling me to It. It beckons me to to chase after the Wild Beast. To chase after a God, the God that I can never empirically prove, but mostly because I know I don’t need to. We both know He is real, and wants to be found.
The chase will be hard at times and not always a sun-shining-on-your-face with a clear blue sky hike. There are days it will pound rain. And even when we find Him, He could turn on us. After all, He is wild. But He is also Good. He is worth the journey, the sleepless nights and the exhaustion. Because there is nothing like Him. Nothing.
“My ears had heard of You, but now my eyes have seen…” – Job
Chasing The Wild Beast 