
I was recently reading an article on early Celtic Christians and found something interesting. Its stuck with me. It rattled me. And I keep coming back to it.
The Celts used to refer to the Lord as the Wild Goose. Their context for Wild Goose wasn’t the same as ours (i.e. a Wild Goose Chase). It was a title filled with reverence and affection. It described to them how the saw their Lord.
“To begin with, wild geese aren’t controllable. You can’t restrain a wild goose and bend it to your will. They’re raucous and loud. Unlike the sweet and calming cooing of a dove, a goose’s honk is strong, challenging, strident and unnerving – and just a bit scary.“ (http://www.thisischurch.com/)
Being Easter week, I started to think about how I saw the Lord. How He’s lead me, challenged me and how I’ve chased after Him.
I know my walk has been adventurous, passionate, demanding, unsettling and glorious all at once. But there are times when I forget about the adventure that I’m on. I turn Him into some monument. Something comfortable and sedentary. My pursuit grows cold, but it feels so comfortable. We love monuments. Monuments are controllable. They don’t move. We know where they are and can visit them when we please. They don’t ask much of us. They’re not challenging or dangerous.
So I’m reminded that I don’t serve a controllable and definable God. He’s wild and begs of me to chase after Him. There will be times I’ll lose Him. Lose my way. But I know I can’t stop the pursuit.
I’m still in pursuit. The chase carries on.
So as you reflect on the Cross and Easter and Christ. Who is Jesus to you? A statue or monument? Or is he something more… a wild, unpredictable and untamable Lord?