A wilderness can be a dark forest, a desert, open prairie or a city. In any of them we can get lost.
Touring St. Helen’s Island in Montreal with our young children, we were surrounded by thousands of people. We made a firm agreement that if we were lost or separated, we would return to a fountain in the middle of the island. You guessed it! The youngest one drifted off and was lost. A frantic return to the fountain was needed. Who was the most relieved, the parents or the child? Every family has the story of a lost child!
Missing a bus stop meant my wife and I had to turn around and walk in the dark to find our way back. Only then did we find the entrance to our residence. In daily life, sometimes to turn away or to turn around is what is needed to recover.
In two weeks, we will be celebrating the story of Jesus’ birth once again. It is the fountain to which we must return in order to find our way. It is as John the Baptist proclaims “the beginning of the good news”! There is more to come.
In the wilderness wandering of our lives, may we hear the voice that summons and calls us to return to you when we have lost our way. Amen. — SN