Part of growing up is realising that the monsters are not outside – often they’re inside us. It isn’t the world conspiring to do us in, it’s our weaknesses, our desires, our bad choices that find us again and again. The monsters find us always. And how we deal with them shapes who we turn out to be in the end.
Sometimes we wrestle, sometimes we give up. Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose. But often we find the monsters won’t leave. They can’t. Sometimes they’re too strong. But sometimes we just don’t want to drive them out – either we learn to co-exist or we actually find them comforting.
Who hasn’t thought that maybe leaving their city or their country might change this? Find a new job, find a new church; a new partner, a new band of friends; a new family, a new life. Maybe a fresh start might make the monsters go away.
But the old enemy knows us. He scoffs, and he snarls “Wherever you go, I will find you. I will find you.”
But somebody else has said the exact same words. But instead of a blustering, temporary threat, it is an undying promise.
A King with scars in his hands, who overcame death itself. A righteous King who hates our monsters and hates our surrender, but loves us more strongly than death can hold us.
“Wherever you go, I will find you. I will find you.”
May King Jesus find you, wherever you go.