Thursday, April 17, 2008

Jeremiah 29:13

You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.

part 1
Peary breathes out a long cold breath of wonder.
It hangs heavy in the crisp, cold air.
Why has he not seen this before?
Beautiful snow-capped mountains, deep valleys.
A new land undiscovered? untouched by civilization?
Low provisions, a ship full of weary explorers - no time.
But beautiful Crockerland...what strange new peoples await?
The excitement fills his chest.

Back in America.
Lectures pleading for an expedition.
Who will uncover the mysteries of this new land?
MacMillan and Green head the conquest.
Inuit guides are secured.
A long difficult journey. Many dangers. Much personal pain.
Weary exporers, guided by locals trek across the ice.
"We must turn back," warn the guides.
Just a little further.
MacMillan enjoys the exhilaration of Peary's view so long ago.
Look at those mountains. Beautiful.
The destination will be reached before the sun goes down.
The guides shake their heads. They know something.
MacMillan fears they may be right.
He cannot come this far and not know for sure.
They press on.
Where are the mountains? the valleys?
Standing on an ice floe, surrounded by mist.
The Arctic is a cruel magician.
Defeated the expedition heads home. Its hopes and dreams dashed.

part 2
I sit in the field and gaze at the nature around me.
The field grass moves in perfect unison.
A bluejay mimics the hawk as she discovers food.
The bright, blue sky shines around the puffy clouds.
The gigantic trees sway in the breeze.
I must have a Creator. The Maker of this beautiful universe.
He seems but a mirage to me, but a tiny flame of hope is lit within me.
I try to go back to my everyday life.
The flame flickers and grows and refuses to go out.
I must know. How do I find Him?
I travel often back to where the flame was first ignited...searching.
I discover more and more beautiful intricacies in nature.
How could this be an accident?
A friend learns of my search. She says she knows Him.
She will be my guide.
I read from the Book and discover myself within the pages.
It is a long, difficult journey. The pain is powerful.
Am I full of such wickedness? Deep inside I know that I am.
Denying is not possible. I turn to my guide for help.
She shows me more in the Book. Who is this Jesus?
He is truly Divine. He is Love.
Hot tears cover my cheeks. Why are they killing Him?
"Father, forgive them. They know not what they do."
Truly, this is the Creator. The one for whom I have searched.
My wickedness laid on Him. I am free.
Here I discover no mirage. A solid Rock!