Mysterion
This morning the Christmas lights continued to glow in the early morning light as I welcomed the dawn of a new day and a new year. Our neighborhood was clouded in a dense fog, making it impossible to look down the street, a reminder of how we cannot actually see past the present moment, much though we try to convince ourselves we can. When I reflect on my own journey as a disciple of Jesus, I often see an image of Jesus and I on a hike in the Pacific Northwest. I follow Him down a path wandering through the cool woods, large pine trees towering up on either side of us and sweet, warm sunlight shining between the giants. As we walk, I am excited to see where Jesus is leading me, and I move my head to the side in an attempt to look around Him and glimpse what is to come. As I lean to the right, so does Jesus, blocking my view. I then lean to the left, as does Jesus, once again making it impossible for me to see what's ahead. Jesus has a little smile on His face and says quietly, ...
