The only place I have truly felt at peace, at home, was sitting on the veranda of one of the rondavels at Skukuza rest camp in the Kruger national park It was the very early morning, quiet of everything but the chorus of natural life surrounding me. An intense feeling of utter rightness and rest came upon me. Of being exactly where my soul wanted to be, and at total peace. Of having no where to go or to hurry to but being totally present to the utter beauty of that moment, as if it could last forever. If I die before Jesus comes back, I want my ashes scattered in Kruger, in one of the wildest places where there is no other sound but the bush and its creatures.
I wonder if it is possible in this world to carry that sense of peace, that utter presentness with you, in any and all situations? Is it only possible for profound moments like that, or can you really walk through your daily mundane, hurryful existence at peace and rest, with a sense of being joined to all that is natural and beautiful and created by the God of infinite beauty and belovedness?
If we are abiding in the vine, and live in a conscious expression of that, would that not be possible? Did Jesus live like that?
Actually no, I dont see the Garden or the beatings or the cross as particularly peaceful or restful experiences. He was absolutely in the moment, but I can’t imagine they were profoundly peaceful or restful times; “My God My God why have you forsaken me?”
Maybe the best we can be is present to the moment, alive to God and present to the moment. So we never miss those profound moment of Joy, but also never skirt those overwhelming moments of pain or sadness either. For only then perhaps are we fully human and yet also fully filled to the measure of all the fullness of God (Eph 3)