September 13, 2011 to where we go
Roethke writes about death and God in some hard-hitting stanzas:
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
This whole idea of “going” and “to go” has held me in rapture. Since that year when He poked His head under the tablecloth and told me to come on out, He’s never failed to nudge me gently, with His big toe, out into the open.
The world is big. The table is well past me now and well– the world is still big. Sometimes there are so many things that don’t make sense. And sometimes so many closed doors with long roads behind them, but still there is a call, still there is a “Go”. Sometimes I want to peer over the edge of some cloud and call out for God to do what the pirates did: X marks the spot, please. If only “destiny” was as simple as pirate-booty.
“By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going… For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God”– Hebrews 11:8, 10
There was a call, my treasure’s there– so I’m going. Where? Don’t know, but at least Someone does.
That’s good news.
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