Trysting Place

A trysting place is 'an appointed meeting place as of lovers, rendezvous'. We don't often here that phrase these days. Sometimes in old books it will be mentioned. I like the sound of it. Today, I was reminded of my own trysting place, with my Saviour, and how lately, I have misplaced the joy and splendor of the meeting, making it more duty and need.

This morning I went to ladies Bible study. We are in the book of Hebrews, one of my favorite New Testament books. As we listened, shared and read, verse 19 of chapter 6, struck me. "This is the hope of the soul, a hope both sure, and steadfast, and one which enters within the veil." What an amazing verse! It alone would take a lifetime to reach its depths. But the phrase, one which enters within the veil, has shown its self in different ways today, reminding me of its importance.

During class we made mention of because of Christ's obedience to the work on the cross, we no longer need go to an earthly priest, we have direct access to God. And because of Christ's obedience, there is nothing that hinders me in coming to Christ for salvation. The veil was rent in two at His death, symbolizing His brokenness for me. Me. That still boggles my mind.

Before Bible study, the pastor's wife told me he wanted to see me at the end of class. As I went into his office, I joked about coming to the principals office. His teasing response, not knowing what had been discussed in out study was, "its the inner sanctum, the holy of holies". I later thought, that's what it use to be like, having to go to the priest to offer sacrifices. No longer! I am grateful. Then, later this evening I pulled a faithful old friend from my book self. A book I haven't read since 1998, by the dating on the inside of the cover. It is called Meeting God in Quiet Places. It was written by a man who 6 months out of the year lives in the Cotwalds in England, my dream vacation. He writes about what he sees as he walks through the countryside, and the lessons from them. He spoke of the trysting place, the meeting of the human and the Divine. That place of the supernatural, the transcendent, of joy, of splendor, of rest. My life has been in such a whirlwind of late, of busy nonbusiness, of complacency, of grief and a general sense of Eeyoreitious, that I haven't been able to hear that still small voice beckoning me to come and meet with Him. The clang of the day, my own maddening thoughts haven't been picking up the signals. Or have they, and I have just ignored them.

It is time to go. To hasten to that precious trysting place, where my initials have been carved in His hands, to be enveloped into His waiting presence, to learn, and grow, to rest.