This summer I
attended the General Assembly of the PCUSA and at the opening worship, the
first nine verses of Joshua were read, ending with,
"I hereby
command you: Be strong and courageous; do not be frightened or dismayed, for
the Lord your God is with you wherever you go” (Josh 1:9 NRSV).
It was a layered
dramatic reading, where a young girl with long and fiery red hair stood facing
sideways on the front stage while slightly behind her, two men and a woman
stood spaced out facing the audience. The young girl read the voice of God,
while the two men and woman repeated various phrases in different speeds and octaves,
emphasizing different parts of the text. It was by far the most beautiful
reading of scripture I have ever seen and heard. The young girl stood tall and
spoke with such clarity and authority, her voice rung with the hope and courage
I envision God having. She did justice to enormity of the task set before her.
The young girl still somewhere inside of me who used to take notes during
church on Sunday and then go home and preach to her congregation of stuffed
animals was overwhelmed with witnessing in the flesh the power of God embodied
in a young girl just like herself.
The experience and
reading haunted me so much that after coming back to Princeton, I painted a
tapestry inspired by that reading and it hangs in my room here at PTS, where it
serves as a reminder to keep that little girl who preached to her stuffed
animals alive and restless and unsatisfied till she gets that collar.
But even more than
that, the simplicity of the message stuck with me. Be strong. Be courageous. Do
not be afraid. It's so simple, it's so clear, yet it's so hard to do. The NRSV
translates it as "I hereby command you…" but the original Hebrew
could also be translated as a rhetorical question, "Have I not commanded
you???" It's as if God is saying, you silly Israelites, listen to me!!
Can't you see, it's so simple. DON’T OVERTHINK IT.
In this part in the
story of Joshua, Moses has just died, and the Israelites have yet to reach the
promise land, their sweet land overflowing with milk and honey. They are a bit
apprehensive and scared, rightfully so, but God steps in and commissions Joshua
to lead them on and assures them that everything promised to them through Moses
will still be given to them. They just need to keep the law, be strong and
courageous, and have faith in their God, the God who liberated them from
oppression in Egypt.
It's simple, but
it's terrifying. To walk for years in the wilderness just on faith. To just
walk. Day after day. Walk and have faith.
I get why the
Israelites were so scared. They needed 40 years in the wilderness to prepare
them for the promise land. I picture that journey sometimes, and what Joshua
1:9 would have meant to the Israelites when they heard it. As an avid hiker
myself, I have a glimpse at understanding long journeys on foot. Back in 2016 I
spent about a month or so backpacking through New Zealand with a friend. One of
our multiday hikes required about 25 miles on the first day, with a fully
loaded pack, and about 5000ft of elevation gain. While the views were stunning,
fast-forward to 12 hours of hiking, my feet are raging, and I can just feel the
blisters swelling. My mental and physical energy are drained to nearly zero and
we come upon the last mile, and it’s a mile of switchbacks going down the
mountain. A switchback is where the trail cuts back into the opposite direction
very suddenly and THEY ARE THE WORST. I was done. But I couldn’t be. I kept
going and through the misery, the song sanctuary popped into my head.
"Lord prepare me, to be a sanctuary, pure and holy, tried and
true
And with
thanksgiving, I'll be a living, sanctuary, for you."
It's a simple song
with simple lyrics and a simple tune. But it brought me comfort. I repeated it
over and over in my head. Matched it to the rhythm of my worn feet trudging
forward with each step and I slipped into a little meditative trance until
eventually, it was over. We reached camp and I had made it. We set up tent,
made dinner, I popped the huge blisters on my feet, went to bed, got up the next
day and started walking and repeating sanctuary.
I imagine that
some of the Israelites might have repeated Joshua 1:9 over and over when the
days were long, and food was low, and energy and hope were nowhere to be found.
Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid. Be strong and courageous. Do not be
afraid. Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid. For Adonai my God will be
with me. Adonai my God is with me wherever I go. Adonai my God is here now.
Words have power.
In my first months of the Philippines when I was going through deep culture
shock and home sickness, I lived in a remote farming village. I couldn’t speak
the language and was struggling with how to communicate and what my place was
in this new community. It was an extreme reality of loneliness I had never felt
so deeply before. I found comfort in the consistent routine of farm life. The
day and activities revolved around the rising and setting of the sun. The sun
set at about 7pm every day, year-round. I knew if it made it to 7pm, I had made
it through another day. My mantra for that year was 7pm, just make to 7pm. Then
you've made it through another day. And those days turned into months, and
those months turned into a year of 7pms. And when the year was up, I knew I
would miss a life full of 7pms dearly. I still do.
What I love most
about Joshua 1:9 is that God makes no promises of an easy life. There is no
promise of happiness or joys or sorrows or any specifics really. Just a command
to be brave and a promise to be with you on the journey. I hold this close in
world full brokenness. In a world wrought with hate and injustice, God makes no
claims to fix it for us, just a charge to step forward one foot at a time in
bravery, knowing God is with us in each tired and heavy step.
As I write this now, it’s almost
7pm and another day has passed. Another day of walking. Just now, the walking
is from my apartment to the library, to various shelves of books, to downtown
to get lunch, and walking back to my beloved little haven of seminary. As I go
through and get plagued with doubt of my abilities and belonging, of my call to
be here, my worthiness to minister, my academic ability, it’s overtaken by the meditations
of the Israelites in their wilderness journey. With each step, be strong and
courageous. Each moment of doubt, do not be afraid. Each exhausted step, Adonai
my God is here with me now. It’s simple, and it’s enough.