stumbling

One of the most interesting observations about biblical narrative is the frankness with which the story is told, with much care given to the perfection of the Author and a seeming disregard for how each character comes across. Never are the blunders or shortcomings of any individual glossed over for the sake of good storytelling. Even some of the most well-known (greatest?) of our Sunday School heros are a bit rougher than we first realize. Samson is a sex-starved dimwit; Jonah is a jerk and a half who does not preach because he does not think his recipients worthy of salvation; Paul calculatingly murdered Christians; the Twelve had their own problems throughout; etc. . .you get the idea.

Much like Moses, we get the idea that these are ambling through this life and somehow stumble onto holy ground. When this eighty-year-old sheep-herder ascended the mountain he just wanted to see what all the smoke was about. He never envisioned himself returning to Egypt for some divinely commissioned task. And then he tried to get out of the job. Walking along, minding his own business he found himself on the brink of a movement that would shake the foundations of the world. He was unholy on holy ground.

I once learned that true greatness does not seek out great things. Rather, great things will come to those who are destined to be great. Not that we always find greatness accompanied by much acclaim. For the truest greatness is standing by the power which God has given you in those times into which he has brought you. And perhaps we find that in all of our stumbling along we are doing a great thing. We stand in the middle of a movement that is shaking the foundations of the world. We are unholy on holy ground.

So we who trip and lose footing find eventually that it is because we have actually and unknowingly been ascending a mountain. And certain moments demand we remove our sandals. . .