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Slow my roll

A few days ago, a friend told me a story about how in ancient times, leaders of a household would light a lantern at night so that people could move about the home safely.

The images  I imagined were something like a three wick candle I might find at a gift shop or even  a red lantern I'd find in the camping section of a box store. But as she explained the type of lantern that these early peoples would have used, what came to mind was that looked like a botched pottery project. These lanterns were made of clay, formed into a bowl to hold the oil and one end was pinched into a narrow spout for a cloth wick to rest.

Not only would this kind of ancient lantern not give off a ton of light, required the carrier to walk slowly as to not spill the oil, The lantern bearer had to take their time and travel one dimly illuminated step at a time.

In Psalm 119: 105, the Psalmist who would have had personal experience with these ancient lamps writes... "Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path."

The Psalmist does not refer to the wisdom of God to be like the stars, the moon or the sun; all which would have made sense to use if the purpose of the writing to simply prove the splendor of God., but I get a sense there is something deeper to be discovered. Instead the writer expresses the word of God to be a lamp to their feet and a light to their path. Like the lantern that lit their homes and held people in relationship with each other; the word of God is something that abides with people in everyday life.

Cue the phrase, " Slow your roll." 

While in the midst of confusion and in need for direction, I find myself longing for a clear, concise ways forward; or at least a good flashlight to light my way. But a quick and easy answers usually lead me to shallow shortcuts that rarely give real direction over the long haul.

So like the Psalmist, the kind of wisdom I really need is the everyday, step-by-step, walking in the real world lantern light.  Step-by-step lantern light keeps me in the present moment, keeps me from running ahead of my community and makes it possible to... slow my roll. 


 (Image from: http://www.biblearchaeology.org/post/2014/08/26/The-Lesson-of-the-Lamp.aspx)
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