God called Abram to leave the familiar and go,
go on a road he would make by going,
to a place he would know by finding.
Jesus led Nicodemus to the threshold of a birth,
a newness he could only know by going through it.
Only what’s behind us, not ahead, keeps us from going on,
from entering the impossible womb of starting new.
The stones of disappointment in your pockets,
the grave marker of the old life, they can’t come with you.
The path is not a test. It’s our freedom.
Many a prisoner has looked into the tunnel,
the Beloved waiting in the light, and said no.
Where is the Spirit calling you, the wind blowing?
Where is the thin place between your habits and a new birth?
These pangs, this heavy breathing:
the Beloved is trying to birth you.
Let it happen.
~Steve Garnaass-Holmes “A new birth”
Like most people, I cling fast to the safe and familiar, sometimes wishing to retreat back to what feels most secure and safest. Yet, it is an impossible womb that would allow me back – it is clear I am meant to be fully launched, for better or worse. So carrying my checkered history stuffed deeply in my pockets, I embark on this life’s journey led by the Spirit and blown by His breath, uncertain where it will take me or how long it takes to get there.
There is an unsurpassed freedom in the path from womb to tomb; if I let His breath carry me, I’ll go so far beyond the place where my bones someday are laid.