By Dick Duerksen
|© 2008 Dick Duerksen, Storyteller Maranatha Volunteers International|
|There was lots of walking in the Old Testament. People in long robes trekking up and down desert mountains, across muddy rivers, and into the camps of the enemy. All walking with determination, and a sense of entitlement.
Abram and Sarai assembling their U-Haul caravan from Ur to “a land God will show us.”
Jacob sending his wives ahead to face the probable wrath of his brother Esau.
Joseph, pridefully-robed, on his father’s lunch-bucket errand to the brother shepherds near Dothan.
Moses, covering his trail as he escapes his sins in Egypt.
Moses, following trails of the Amalekites in the Negev.
Moses, responding to the call of a flaming bush on a stony hillside
Moses and Zipporah, walking “point” for a million slaves who were intoxicated with freedom.
The wife of a wealthy Shunemite rancher sprinting to Carmel in search of Elisha’s healing presence.
The stones cut their feet and the heat scorched their callouses. The sandals wore through, were mended, and wore through again. And again. Scorpions stung between their toes. Snakes slithered to escape their stomping. Gravel, thistles, and broken promises added torture to each step.
But they walked on. On toward the destination God had chosen for them.
No Google maps needed. No GPS co-ordinates requested. No AAA assistance purchased. They walked because God called them to walk. To Caanan, Egypt, Midian, Horeb, or Jezreel. The journey was the goal. Arrival was a bonus.
The Lord has told you what is good, and this is what he requires of you: to do what is right, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God. (Micah 6:8)