A Journey of Heroic Proportions

As part of my sacred romance with Jesus in the mornings of late, I am reading The Sacred Romance.

This intro to chapter ten grabbed my attention today, especially in light of the fact that I spent nearly an hour last night counseling with a couple from out of town about their opportunity to change careers and head for a call to full-time missions.

Every great story involves a quest. In J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins ran from the door at a quarter till eleven without even so much as a pocket handkerchief and launched on an adventure that would change his life forever. Alice stepped through the looking glass into Wonderland; Lucy, Edmund, Susan, and Peter stumbled through the wardrobe into Narnia. Abraham left “his country, his people and his father’s household” to follow the most outlandish sort of promise from a God he’d only just met, and he never came back. Jacob and his sons went to Egypt for some groceries and four hundred years later the Israel nation pulled up stakes and headed for home. Peter, Andrew, James, and John all turned on a dime one day to follow the Master, their fishing nets heaped in wet piles behind them. The Sacred Romance involves for every soul a journey of heroic proportions. And while it may require for some a change of geography, for every soul it means a journey of the heart (Brent Curtis and John Eldredge, The Sacred Romance, Thomas Nelson, 1997, p. 143).

In 37 years of walking with my Master, I have never known this not to be true. I commend to you calculated, risk-taking faith on your journey with Him, wherever He may take you.