Not Far to Go

by Elouise

Here’s a little gem from Amy Carmichael.  It reminds me of every child’s question, “Are we there yet?”

Not Far to Go

It is not far to go,
For Thou are near;
It is not far to go,
For Thou are here;
And not by traveling, Lord,
We come to Thee,
But by the way of love;
And we love Thee.

Amy Carmichael, Mountain Breezes:  The Collected Poems of Amy Carmichael, p. 16.  © 1999, The Dohnavur Fellowship, published by Christian Literature Crusade.  First published in Edges of His Ways (1955) and Gold Cord (1932)

I used to think a day would come when I had truly ‘arrived.’I’m not sure where that idea came from, but it runs deep.   In truth, the day I was born I ‘arrived.’  Every marker in my life could be titled “She Arrived!”

So why do I often feel restless, as though I still have something to prove?  Why the feeling that somehow it’s never ‘enough’?  That I’m in no way entitled to stop.

I’m reminded of a few lines in Oswald Chamber’s book on prayer:

Prayer is an interruption of personal ambition, and no person who is busy has time to pray.  What will suffer is the life of God in him or her, which is nourished not by food but by prayer.

Oswald Chambers, If You Will Ask, p. 13.  Discovery House Publishers (1989 edition).  © 1937 Oswald Chambers Publications Association

Stunning words–as challenging as Amy’s poem.  If I take them to heart, the very life of God in me suffers every time I fail to interrupt my normal, natural life to pray.

Amy’s poem helps me remember this:  I don’t need to flagellate myself, starve myself, climb Mt. Everest, or otherwise punish myself as my ticket to being in God’s presence.  I’m already there.  God is already there.  Am I willing to interrupt myself, look up and break my silence?  Or listen for a change?

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 23 December 2014