Pulling a chair up to the table requires us to pause for a time to serve and be served. Unlike chairs placed side by side for conversation alone, a table is comfort, nourishment, community and a moment's rest.
An aspect of my season of tending to the writer in me is reading spiritual memoirs. Writing is such a part of my truest self, that it is spiritual. So as I dive into what the Lord has called me to, I am grateful for this glimpse into Preston Yancey's wilderness experience, and His discoveries of who God is. His journey whispers into my own, nudging me to widen my perspective of the One who authors all stories.
This book fills the belly with nourishment and the heart and mind with much to ponder.
I trust that God speaks, but I often struggle to hear His voice. Sometimes my own thoughts get in the way. Sometimes the world is too loud. Other times His voice is so gently soft that I have to stoop low to hear Him. Spiritual memoirs are gifts offered the world. They are testimonies that you gratefully lean in to hear because time is given to the filling in of details.
In Tables in the Wilderness, Preston Yancy shares "his story of coming to terms with a God who makes tables in the wilderness, the God who is found in cathedrals and in forests and in the Eucharist, the God who speaks in fire and in wind, the God who is bigger than narrow understandings of his will, his desire, his plan-the God who is so big, that everything must be his."
The more I know of God, the more mysterious He becomes. The more I experience His love, the more I long for. The more I hear his voice, the hungrier I get for His thoughts. This is Yancy's exploration into the mystery of our big God who desires to walk through our days with us.
I'll be sitting at the table with this one for some time, tasting its rich words bite by bite.
*I received a free copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.
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