Itās sometimes difficult for us to envision just how enormous distance can be. Mexico City though is a good place to try. Itās the most populous city in North America. Thatās right, larger than New York, LA and all the rest. With a population of approximately 9.2 million spread over a 573 square mile area itās crowded too. It can take well over an hour to get from the airport to some places in the city even when the traffic is good. Unlike an aerial view, when youāre in the congestion of the city you donāt visualize distance ā you experience and feel it.
Several years ago I was blessed to be part of a college group who went to Mexico for a "short term mission trip". That 1 trip became the catalyst God used for a decade long season of traveling to Mexico for ministry. Usually it was a road trip from Indiana, where I lived at the time. The travel distance each way was over 2000 miles. I always did these trips with groups Iād lead from the US. Each trip took a lot of effort and work - AND each trip for all of us was nothing short of a divine privilege to be the life of Christ to others. On one occasion, after doing ministry at a US/Mexico boarder town, the group returned and I continued to Mexico City alone by bus.
Even if youāre young and energetic with a team in your own vehicle itās a brutal trip. Add being alone and on a bus, overnight with multiple stops and ⦠well lets just say that the Bible verse, āThe spirit is willing but the flesh is weakā starts to really apply. Nonetheless, itās always great to arrive and reconnect with friends.
Once in Mexico City my host, Raul, met me at the bus station. From there we climbed into a crowded public van (his wife was at work with the car) and took a 25 minute transfer to the Colonia where they lived. We walked 8 blocks and I finally arrived ā early afternoon.
This was in the early 90ās before mobile phones weāre being used significantly. So, after I made a brief long-distance land line call to family at home, we journeyed out the gate, onto the sidewalks and 15 minutes later joined the rest of my Mexican friends at one of their favorite Jugeriaās ā a real authentic juice bar serving real fresh-squeezed fruit juices - - - before they were a franchise concept in the US.
It was a popular tienda, as crowded on the inside as the busy sidewalk and congested street were on the outside. My friends were eager to ask questions and catch up on all the latest news all while the noise and activity everywhere played closely in the background. I was talking with them but simultaneously found myself thinking about the call home I had recently made. There at home it was much quieter. Here, a great distance away, it was not. In our daily home routine we rarely consider the masses in distant cities generating an almost surreal energy with perpetual busyness.
OH WOW! ARE YOU OK?
I focused and brought myself back to the table with my friends. We talked and waited for our refreshing drinks to be served. Thatās when it happened.
Some call it OBE and Out of Body Experience. It was most certainly brought on by travel fatigue. All I know is that in a split moment I felt afraid and all alone. I looked down for a moment and mumbled, āOh wow.ā I told myself, āBrad, youāre finally here, just relax and enjoy the moment.ā But, it wasnāt going away. It was getting worse and like a drowning person gasping for air, I tried to physically ādo somethingā ⦠anything!
It was not a place where I wanted to be - a state of mind which felt uncomfortable. No, actually it was more a state of being that was elusive, unstable and out of my control. And the more I tried to get out of my funk or shake it off the more I realized I couldnāt. It was like being conscious in a frightening dream. What I wanted I couldnāt get. I was surrounded by masses and yet the sense of extreme distance was gripping.
It felt so foreign and yet so overwhelmingly tangible. I remember praying in my mind, āGod, please help ā right now ā please!ā
In the distance I could hear one of my friends ask, āAre you ok?ā I realized they had all stopped what they were doing and were staring at me dumbfounded and concerned. āYeah, just give me a moment,ā I replied. A couple of minutes passed at least. By the time the world started to feel close again, the fruit drinks were all on the table.
That was it.
Iāve had a couple of other times where I felt something similar. As you might imagine, Iāve tried to analyze what happened and consider if it was something deeper than low blood sugar, exhaustion and being in a distant place. My understanding of the Bible is that weāre spirit beings.
Was my spirit, in that moment, truly at a distance from the physical world that is familiar? I donāt know.
BUT I DO KNOW THIS
Thereās a distance that isnāt measured in miles. It certainly isnāt some out of body experience. Itās a distance of the spirit. It happens when we journey away from God. Much like my unusual moment in Mexico City, distance from God can make us feel uneasy, gasping for air, afraid and all alone. It should. When it does pray, āGod, please help ā right now ā please!ā
Too often we get caught up in our plans and our goings. We get consumed with the places and activities in the moment and leave God totally out of the mix. Whether we do that intentionally or not, we put ourselves in a vulnerable position. To the same extent that distance from God is a place where we donāt want to be, closeness in spirit is the place we must pursue. True, itās only by Godās grace that we can be close to Him. But, itās our job to thirst for righteousness, know His presence and wherever we go be about his business. Living like this, being frequently mindful of God's Spirit, doing God's agenda, having Him be our 'familiar' (our consistent and unchanging leader) needs to be the 1 place where we can always know a true sense of being comfortable.
WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE?
Itās been a long time since Iāve been to Mexico. Since then Iāve traveled around much of the world. Through those travels Iāve often put a lot of distance between me and home ā the place most familiar to me.
The next time and every time you go anywhere, whether itās a short distance or far, appreciate one of the biggest benefits of travel: going home. Savor every aspect of going home. Knowing that home is āhomeā is always wonderful. Home is certainly the place where we can be close to family, friends and God. Thatās needed, because when we travel we need to stay close to God. We need closeness with God to have help, peace, confidence and purpose amidst the distance.
God can help you to be strong in His instruction, exercise free-will that chooses righteousness, continually pursue after a divine agenda, resist sin and fully leverage opportunities He gives us. We are made to be most comfortable when we are in His presence all the time in all places.
True, close to God is a nice place to be. More importantly itās where God wants us to be. Thatās what we need and where weāre needed. It doesnāt matter if youāre on vacation, traveling for work, serving in ministry, going out for the evening, doing a weekend getaway, attending a meeting or gathering, visiting a friend, simply running an errand or something else. What you need is to know youāre close to God and that God is close to you. In that closeness you are safe, centered and confident. Where your needed is in the presence of God ā doing the work of God, among those wherever you are.
Donāt just go. Go where God is. To fully go the distance, pray that you will stay close to God.
Go further in Christ,
Brad Bloom, Publisher
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