Ezekiel 1:1
In the thirtieth year, in the fourth month on the fifth day, while I was among the exiles by the Kebar River, the heavens were opened and I saw visions of God.
What struck me when looking at this verse is that Ezekiel knew exactly when and where he saw the visions of God. It was a clear thing, undeniable. It wasn't vague, he didn't 'guesstimate' he knew to the day when it happened.
I wonder what it's like to have a vision that intense--so unforgettable. It couldn't have been a comfortable thing. I imagine a lot of people thought Ezekiel was weird, to say the least.
My encounters with God's word have been much more subtle. I almost said I wished I could have a vision as intense as what Ezekiel experienced, but I'm not sure I'd really be comfortable with it. I suppose I am too wishy-washy to handle it.
But still, I wonder what it felt like, to be the bearer of God's message to the people. It must have been exhilerating, but I think it would be terrifying as well.
Nothing makes me feel more inadequate than being handed a task by someone who has complete faith in my ability to do more than I can imagine doing.
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