Kings Cross Station

Platform 9¾

I should be happy,

This is an Ebenezer moment,

A thus far hath the Lord helped us moment...

But it’s always Battles and Blessings, Blessings and Battles...

Never Battles and Rest or Blessings and rest...

Forever striving, forever pushing...

I’m inclined to believe then that Circe, Prometheus and the great Titan Atlas were more human than gods.

They knew turmoil and sweat, the complex evolution of chaos to calm and calm to chaos.

Always moving forward, never living enough in one place to call it home.

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I’m not ungrateful, the homeless tramp in all his penury has tasted nature in more ways than most ever will. It is his ceaseless journeys that affords him the opportunity to experience it all, while from the helicopter windows, all you can afford is the city’s concrete skyline. Open to the beauty of the clouds and closed to that of the earth.

It’s an Ebenezer moment, one third done...

A full lifespan often involves three quarters

Education, Career, Family... In no particular order.

One third is done, Moses with his faithful rod laid to rest on a random mountain, on a random day, in an unmarked grave with a funeral for one.

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I’m scared Joshua, at the crossroads

Voices, voices, voices, hushes, whispers, snickers

Can I do this? What qualifies me?

Just the other day, I saw a man with an outstretched sword who neither welcomed nor fought me

I couldn’t even recognize the angel I saw

Others couldn’t see Him, so even in the scorching sun, when I removed my sandals, they looked at me weird...

Maybe Joshua mourns Moses differently, maybe he’s unfit to lead.... Voices

What does he mean, ‘We will cross the Jordan?’

Is he oblivious to the flood? To the raging waters?

That after escaping Egypt and the harshness of the desert, we’ll come to give our lives at Jordan?

Aren’t there better graves at Ramses and Succoth?

Yes, he’s skilled at war, but we’re not at war...

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Above the din and static of being human, above the voices, I hear His

So loud, so gentle, so intimate, you would almost dismiss it as a thought, but it is Him

Suddenly, the memories come rushing, night after night, Moses would enter the tent

I would remain at the entrance. He would leave, and I would remain…

More of duty than passion for Elohim, but He noticed me and began to speak to me in the after-hours. I wasn’t here in Israel’s front by mistake, I was made for this!

I cast my net again, and suddenly it’s dragging full, tearing at its seams over the sheer weight of promises, promises whispered to my heart on the starless nights, in the valleys of my failures. Oh, I remember…

So with renewed vigor, I began to listen again, and sure enough, I find Him, like water flowing through a creek, a delight for my soul, rest for my mind.

I hear him clearly say, ‘As I was with Moses, so will I be with you, I will not leave you nor forsake you.’

Like an echo bounding through the canyons of my soul, I hear him over and over,

Be strong!

Be courageous!

Be strong!

Be courageous!

NB: This felt too intimate to post, and I struggled to both finish it and accept it, but since you’re reading it, we can assume I have. I do hope you enjoyed reading it. Maybe you’re a Joshua like me standing at crossroads. I hope it inspires and strengthens you for the next step.