Skip to main content

God's Intimate Love



               At times we are so distracted by the pitfalls of living in a fallen world that we miss the intimate love of God that is present in each day.  I discovered this reality over and over in my pilgrimage.  I could not imagine the personal affection that God demonstrated for me in a multitude of ways.  I am not saying that God made my journey painless or easy.  It was painful and difficult. I am saying that He personally guided me and walked with me and helped me not miss the abundance of His grace that was all around me.  If I had walked that pilgrimage in my flesh, I would not have much to write about.  I could tell you that I had a really good time walking through beautiful forests between villages and cities leading to a cathedral of significant history.  I was frustrated by pain, people and inconvenient rain.  I was proud of myself for finishing in spite of my pain and delighted by beautiful sights.  Yet I have so much more to say because when you add God’s intimate love into that equation, your pilgrimage takes you to all new levels of spiritual truth and beauty along the exact same path.
               Some people look at my life and hardships and wonder how I could be so cursed to face such hard realities.  I know there are many who pity me and feel sorry for me, but I don’t feel this way about myself and my reality.  I don’t know how I got so blessed!  Why, you may ask?  It is because I absolutely can’t believe how God reveals beauty in the harshest realities I walk through.  This was highlighted on the Pilgrimage.  Right from the beginning God provided a spiritual leader to guide my soul in a priest named Father James Walker.  What a name for a priest who is your spiritual guide along the Way of St. James—or the direct translation of Camino de Santiago which means the walk of St. James.  This man did not travel to Spain in a sling from a recent shoulder surgery to get a free European vacation.  He came out of love for the mission God gave him to enhance the spiritual focus of pilgrims on the Camino.  I never asked him why he came.  It was obvious in every word he said and how he made himself available to each person on the trail, even a cute little Baptist minister like me.  While we were still in Madrid, he began asking us important questions and prescribing significant spiritual instruction.  He challenged us to see our pilgrimage not as a journey but as an encounter!  From his experience, every pilgrim is on this journey because they still haven’t found what they are looking for.  He gave us the hint that what we are looking for is not something, rather it is someONE.  Fast forward to our last spiritual lesson from Fr. Walker, which was once again on the topic of encounter.  He further explained that the encounter he advised us to look for on our pilgrimage was meeting the true Christ.  He explained why these encounters in the here and now are so vital.  He said:  We have encounters now while we can, so we will know what it will be like when we meet Him face to face.
               The next morning, I was up early and alone with an important task on my heart of finding the post office in the maze of Santiago.  I had a limited time to hobble up and down slopes with my sore knee, and be back at the prescribed time.  I am hopeless with directions in a city with avenues and boulevards, so you won’t be surprised to know that I have a history of being lost in these European cities.  I got a map and directions from the concierge, confident it would not be enough.  I prayed for God to lead me to the post office.  As I walked through the crowded city of strangers losing hope that I would be successful in my quest, I looked up and saw the only person I knew in Santiago greeting me.  It was Father Walker.  I asked him if he knew where the post office was located. We looked up to discover that we had met exactly in front of the post office for which I was searching—AN ENCOUNTER.  Indeed, Father Walker had been like Christ to me all along the journey.  He had encouraged, advised, inspired and prayed for me.   There were so many other ways God showed me His intimate, caring love.  He gave me specific Scriptures that guided my soul through problems I was facing—it was literally as if I was complaining to a best friend and received immediate understanding and advice in Scripture.  He slowed me down through my knee pain so I didn’t miss the beauty nor the solitude with Him.  He even led me to the strongest Wi-Fi in the country so I could have a skype call with my husband to keep me going.  I’m out of room to record for you the intimate and personal ways I encountered God on this pilgrimage. All I can say is that He is an intimate and personal God.  I certainly felt the way Isaiah 62:3 describes God’s intimate love for Jerusalem: You will be a glorious crown in the Lord’s hand, and a royal diadem in the palm of your God.

Copyright © Deborah R Newman  teatimeforyoursoul.com  All Rights Reserved.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Fifth Monday in Lent through Palm Sunday

Fifth Monday in Lent: Righteousness Needed Jesus is all about bringing us righteousness yet we are too worldly focused to think we have much of a need for righteousness. Most of us think we need healing or exciting miracles. We might try to get a little righteousness by going to church on Sunday and giving some spare change to a beggar. God sees the bigger picture and knows that there is nothing which we are more bankrupt than righteousness. He sees that we are totally incapable of getting the righteousness we need through our own actions, so He sent Jesus to give us His righteousness through His sacrificial work on the cross. Lent is a season of repentance and preparation for the Easter celebration. No matter how sacrificial your Lenten fast, it could never be enough to earn your righteousness. I have been practicing Lent for   years, and every year at the end of my fast I come face to face with how far I am from righteousness. Some of the first recorded words of Jesus in th

A Pilgrimage that Started with Tears

                Who would think I would shed tears deciding to set out on a wonderful journey that I have longed to take for many years?   Before I was ready to fully accept God’s invitation for a pilgrimage to Jerusalem, I had to journey to a place of agreement between what my soul wanted and what the Lord wanted for me.   For years I have been declining opportunities to travel to Israel—not because I didn’t want to go but because I wanted to go with my husband by my side.   I know that God could have arranged that for me, but instead He asked me to accept that He wanted me to be willing to go and leave everything behind.   When I was asked to make a decision about going on a Pilgrimage to Jerusalem, God gave me this verse in answer to my prayer -- Debi, observe therefore all the commands I am giving you today, so that you may have the strength to go in and take over the land that you are crossing the Jordan to possess (Deuteronomy 11:8).   I decided through tears that I would go on

The Missing Tribe of Dan

            The reason I love studying the Bible with a group of people is that they teach me things I don’t know.   I love it when I don’t know the answer to a question.   That is how I learn.   So when someone recounted the ugly tail of Dan’s idolatry in Judges 18 concluding with the passage in Judges 18:30-31 :   There the Danites set up for themselves the idol, and Jonathan son of Gershom, the son of Moses, and his sons were priests for the tribe of Dan until the time of the captivity of the land.   They continued to use the idol Micah had made, all the time the house of God was in Shiloh. I wanted to know if that could possibly be true that the Danites never ever worshiped God!   How could that be?             Before I had a chance to settle that question, someone in the class read the passage from Revelation 7 where the tribe of Dan was omitted.   I never considered that!   I never realized that a whole tribe of Israel was not found in the New Testament.   What could that