I think that if we’re really followers of Christ, we should be a restless bunch. Searchers. Seekers. Explorers. We should always be striving to follow after the wildness of Christ. Are we meant to be stable or stagnant? Hardly. It’s a journey that we’ll never fully arrive on, but one in which we must keep moving. We have to keep moving. Our soul depends on it.

I was working today and listening to the radio (www.pandora.com) and heard an old song by U2 - I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For. It really spoke to those restless places in my heart. So how many of you are searchers and seekers? How many are burdened by the feeling that ‘there’s more.’ I love the fact that the Gospel is too big to live in our hearts and constantly forcing us to search and seek and live bigger. Let us not settle. Let us keep exploring.

I have climbed highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you

But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for

I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing fingertips
It burned like a fire
This burning desire

I have spoke with the eternal angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone

But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for

I believe in the Kingdom Come
When all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one
Well, yes I’m still running

You broke the bonds
And you loosened the chains
Carried the cross
Of all my shame
all my shame
You know I believe it

But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for

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?