Journeys are many things. We look forward to them (usually). We plan them (sometimes). We see new sights. Learn new things. Meet interesting people. Tell stories about them after they are over. But occasionally, journeys pull us up out of our comfy chairs in the middle of the night. We hear scary sounds. Cry trails of tears. Feel lost in the deep darkness.
“A blinding spark flashed
within the concealed of the concealed
From the mystery of the infinite
a cluster of vapor in formlessness….
Under the impact of breaking through,
one high and hidden point shone.
Beyond that point nothing is known,
so it is called “Beginning”. ~Zohar (p128, The Path of Blessing by Rabbi Marcia Prager)
Christ who was at the “beginning”, now walked the earth as a Jewish man. He grew up, steeped in the oral traditions of His people. Like most Jewish boys, He had memorized the Torah. He knew the rabbinical wisdom of the stories behind the stories. By age 12, He was creating an impression on rabbis who were within this small sphere of His world. He had been tempted by the devil (probably more times than we know) And by the time He began His final journey to Jerusalem, He had already told his followers the metaphor of the temple. Given them the vivid pictures of some of the things to come. Showed them how to move mountains, walk on water and calm the seas. He saw the snakes at the edge of the meadow and yet…He continued walking toward them. It was the end of one journey – the beginning of another…just like Ray said.
“The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned.” Is 9:2