December 5, 2016
Life in the Valley
The desert and the parched land will exult;
the steppe will rejoice and bloom.
They will bloom with abundant flowers,
and rejoice with joyful song.
We went to Death Valley, California, and discovered its name to be well earned. No, we didn't die, but from the salt flats to the dunes, to the sight of tiny, panting birds, it was fascinating. Although the deserts of the holy land are not as challenging, in walking the parched ground from which no life could spring, I thought what a miracle it would be to see it flourish. I thought of the places in my own spirit where dry cynicism and irony have won out over hope, where disappointment and loss have closed my heart, where crevices brought about by sin seem permanent.
Those dry patches within are like little death valleys. But everything about these weeks promises something different. For a strange man stalks that desert. He has water. He eyes us boldly, speaks to us directly and announces that there is one who is to come who will bring life, even here to this dry, impossible place.
Lord, you bring life to my soul.
- Amy Welborn
Isaiah 35:1-10|Psalm 85:9-14|Luke 5:17-26