Somewhere in the wild places near Jerusalem, a touching scene played out a few thousand years ago.
The Savior of all the world came and sought baptism from John–a preacher prophet in the Judean area.
The Baptist was given a special responsibility for his days on earth–a voice crying in the wilderness.
His battle cry:
“Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his paths straight.” (Matthew 3:3)
His role was to ready the people for the coming of the Messiah. To prepare the way.
Anciently, when royalty made a journey to a distant country, the hosts knew about it in advance.
In preparation, they would smooth out the road that separated the two places–filled the divots, cleared the brush.
The people expecting the visitor would try to prepare the path to be as straight and as easy to travel as possible.
It was their way of showing honor to the guest and anticipation for his or her arrival.
They wanted nothing to slow the arrival of their guest.
This week I have been thinking about making my paths straight. Creating a landing place in my heart and a clear way to get there.
I yearn for a visit from the King. How tragic to impede his journey.
Are my paths straight?
Is my heart pure?
Have my grudges been cleared with forgiveness?
Have my desires and ambitions been filled with holiness?
Have I labored diligently to ready a path worthy of He who will travel it?
I wish to.
Oh, I really, really wish to.
For I long for His visit.