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Crossing Over

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Crossing Over

“The first step toward change is awareness. The second step is acceptance. ~Nathaniel Branden, a Los Angeles, California-based Canadian psychotherapist and writer (b 1930)

Billy stood nervously at the edge of the road, staring; first one direction, then the other. His hands were fisted and his body tense. Swallowing hard and licking his lips, he tried to generate some moisture in his otherwise dry mouth.

Suddenly a car whistled by at an alarming speed. Billy took a quick step back to avoid bits of flying gravel and dirt, quickly closing his eyes against the swirl of dust. The car disappeared into the distance.

Silence reasserted itself.  Billy resumed his vigil, carefully watching for cars on McMurray Road.

Earlier, he and his sister Bonnie had walked the tenth of a mile down their long gravel driveway. The large family mailbox, which served both their house and the house of their grandparents, was placed strategically on the opposite side of the two-lane asphalt country road.

Once a day, during the summer, Bonnie would take him by the hand and they would journey down the driveway and back to retrieve the mail. The scary part for Billy was crossing the road.

For some time, Billy had pleaded with his sister to allow him to cross the road by himself and fetch the mail. Billy kept furtively looking in both directions, clenching and flexing his fists.

Bonnie had carefully instructed him to look both ways and to walk, not run, across the expanse from the driveway to the mailbox.

It was the moment of truth.

Suddenly, he bolted, scampering across the vacant road to the other side, his sister’s voice yelling, “Walk… I said walk!” ringing in his ears.

Reaching the other side, Billy was filled with exhilaration. He turned to face his sister, raising his hands in triumph as if he had just won a 100-meter dash.

Bonnie stood on the other side, her hands on her hips, irritated by the instructions he had ignored. “Get the mail!” she yelled finally.

Billy pulled the mailbox door down and retrieved the letters and packets inside. Securing the door again, he stood facing his sister with an armload of mail.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Now you have to cross back.”

It is a general misconception that the Hebrew people wandered in the Sinai Desert for 40 years in search of the Promised Land. Actually, they discovered the Promised Land fairly quickly.

Moses sent out 12 “Spies” (scouts), one from each tribe. Only two, Joshua and Caleb, returned with accurate, optimistic assessments. The other ten spread false reports and created discontent (grumbling) amongst the Hebrew people.

So God decided to be done with his grumbling “chosen people.” But Moses convinces God to relent. Instead God strikes down the 10 unreliable scouts and “sentences” the unhappy Israelites to wander the desert for 40 years until the current generation dies. Instead of crossing the Jordan River into the Promised Land, they receive the punishment they prophesied for themselves: wandering in the desert until they die.

How often do we stand at the edge of our own “Jordan River” looking at our own “Promised Land” and fail to cross over? How often is our failure, not the result of real obstacles, but because of imagined fears?

Billy approaches his “crossing” with a certain amount of fear and hesitancy. Yet, he is not alone. He has the support of his big sister who is standing there next to him. Just as it is a short trip to cross the road, it is a short trip to cross our personal rivers and yet we hesitate even though God stands next to us.

God offers us a wonderful life, but we often live in fear and trepidation. We stand there staring at God’s promise of a better life, but afraid of what might happen to us or what people might think of us. As a result, we wander in a secular desert, unhappy and unfulfilled.

Be happy! Cross the Jordan! You’ll be glad you did.

Dear God: Give me the courage to cross over, knowing that you are there waiting.

“Faith is taking the first step even when you can’t see the whole staircase.” ~ Martin Luther King, Jr., American clergyman, activist, and leader in the African-American Civil Rights Movement (1929 – 1968)

©2013 James E. Carper. All rights reserved.

 

 

 

 

 


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