Red Jeep Journal
June 27, 2017
A Stone for a Pillow
I’m spending the summer on the road rarely sleeping in my own wonderful bed, in my own wonderful house, next to my own wonderful Lois, next to an industrial-size roaring fan she loves that drowns out the sound of crickets on the night air.
I find myself in unusual places. I carry my Wiggy Bag—my mummy sleeping bag—with me just in case. You never really know what it will be like when I pillow my head at night. Often when I lie down at night I repeat a little phrase to myself and my heart is warmed at the thought of it. “The Son of Man had nowhere to lay his head.”
Often Jacob comes to mind and the night he had a vision of God coming and going from his life. He woke up transformed. He had a stone for a pillow that night and he was far from home, but God was there and promised always to be with him.
Am I spiritualizing to see Jacob’s pillow of stone as the dim foreshadowing of the One who would come who had nowhere to lay his head? This One whom millions would follow and for the sake of the story we travel far from home with great joy in our souls and sleep in strange beds so others will have the rest for their souls—the rest only comes from the One who had nowhere to lay His head?
Kyle and Ollie
Years ago at Camp Barakel I met Elizabeth Winzelers. She was a counselor. I called our oldest son and told him to come up to camp and meet her. Today they are married and have three adorable boys, Kyle, Oliver, and Leland. I return to Barakel to preach this week and Elizabeth will meet me in Lansing with Kyle and Oliver. They will spend the week with me at the camp where their parents met. How wonderful to look back over our lives and see the hand of our good God. He is good. Never doubt it. Even when bad things happen to you, never doubt the goodness of God.
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