Sunday, October 7, 2007

 

Mojave

The topology surrounding Las Vegas is very interesting. Well, it is interesting to people who never live extensively in the desert. When one imagines desert, either a flat horizon filled with sand or continuously repeating sand dune comes to mind. In reality though desert (at least the desert outside Las Vegas) is just as hot, but not as predictable.

First of all, though it never rains, the sky is not necessarily plain. Clouds of all shapes and kinds, even dark and angry ones, often come and go. Inhabiting the land are all sorts of cactus and bushes. What more surprising are tall mountains in the backdrop, mountains so tall that clouds are visibly blocked. Then the wind, the fast moving dust carrying wind, blowing across the road from east to west, like an army of ghost piercing through drivers and passengers on the highway. Switching the AC in my car to recycle mode, I braced myself for the impact of the dust storm.

A music CD that I just burnt accompanied me on the road. I couldn't really decide what Third Day was singing when the lyric went, "Just to be with you, I'd do anything." I thought what he meant was that we would do anything to be with God, after all, the theology that God wants to be with us was kind of strange.

Singing along, soon the later verses made me realize it was God who was singing to us, that to be with us, He'd do anything. Listening to this song over and over again brought me to tears and sobbing.

Who am I that He, the almighty God, would do anything to be with me? I mean, come on, there are only few people in the world, ever, would have said that-few of my exes and my parents, that's it. But He, He says He would do that, that He actually wants to be with me so much, that He would do anything for me...why?

As if this is the same desert, as if this barren sand dune was Golgotha, I can see a cross standing on top of that hill. As I drive through the boiling heat, I imagine His cross standing right there, telling me how much He loves me and wants to be with me.

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