We are not who we think we are
It would be impossible for me to post anything about my trip to Bethlehem today without saying something about the experience of travelling through the check-points, past “the wall”, and into the Palestinian territories. Being in the vicinity of the very space in time where the Word was made flesh was breath taking (in ways I cannot even describe), but seeing the circumstance by which so many are forced to suffer – while we made our way in and our way out – made me want to weep.
A few years ago Brian Zahnd wrote an article about his problem with the Bible. I’ve often thought it was mine too. “I’m an ancient Egyptian. I’m a comfortable Babylonian. I’m a Roman in his villa.”
www.brianzahnd.com/2014/02/problem-bible/
I cannot be here and pray here and find renewal here without really seeing what is happening here – not just in the history books, but in the here and now.
I am praying tonight for the liberation of all who suffer oppression, for freedom for all who find themselves captive, and for eyes to see ourselves for who we really are, and not just the sentimental characters we’d like to be.