He has saved us and called us to a holy life—not because of anything we have done but because of his own purpose and grace. This grace was given us in Christ Jesus before the beginning of time.
2 Timothy 1:9
Of all the wonderful and mysterious things we’ve discovered in nature, migration has got to be my favorite. Have you ever heard of the Arctic Tern? This marvelous bird migrates from the arctic waters all the way to the antarctic waters. Just to make sure we are all on the same page here, that’s across the whole world! Who teaches them to do this? What compels them into the unknown? What pushes them forward? There are no great explanations for this phenomenon, but the most beautiful things can rarely be explained. Instinct? Call it what you want, but somehow, with the help of something bigger than themselves, they find their way home.
In some sense, I think the love of God works this way. It's as if the center of gravity that God’s love creates is so strong it just beckons us toward it. It is patient and persistent, but never passive. Always working, always calling.
Every moment of everyday we are given the opportunity to follow that call of the Father. A choice crackling with potential and endless possibility. Every time we say yes, it closes the gap between who we thought we were and who God has made us to be. That is the great migration.
Through the valley / Through the river / If You’re calling / Then I’m coming / Over mountains / Through the wasteland / If You’re calling / Then I’m coming