Journaling in Distant Lands; Forsaking the Camp

100_0779For my merciful guests, by that I refer to those willing to read from my inferior offerings here at RIHG, many of the content future posts will include extracts from an adventure recently afforded me by a loving congregation seeking only to be obedient to two commands, “Go and Love.”

It is of course the instruction left by our Lord in way of a Great Commission and a Great Commandment,

“Go… everywhere, and love as I have loved.” ~ Jesus

Scheduling ties my hands to prematurely begin discussing what I have witnessed afar, however, a good enticement is to hear of what compels us to go and love.

It is a matter of living outside the camp that persuades us to do those things bringing pleasant discomfort; those things attractively undesirable; those things lay upon our hearts that the religious do not understand.

The author to the Hebrews admonished his hearers to go out of the gates. “There is nothing in the camp but dried up religion,” states he, then, “So let’s go outside! It is where Jesus is!” Hebrews 13:10-15

The religious do not go there because it smells bad and is very uncomfortable. ~ Matt Boyd

Look at the text for yourselves; it is undeniable. We are with the Lord Jesus when we are outside the camp where we bear the reproach He endured.

Why; because we have no lasting city here. We are not enamored by this world, but are ever looking for the city not made by men’s hands. We are sojourners.

Take a stroll through Scripture and acknowledge where Jesus was tender and where He was scornful. To the religious He was sharp. To prostitutes, tax collectors, and just plain old admitted sinners, Jesus was compassionate.

When we live outside the camp, we grasp we are just another one of those sinners and that we are totally dependent on God’s mercy and grace… so He is praised; He is given all credible glory, and we remain desperate for His nearness.

Outside the camp is not necessarily a geographical location. Outside the camp may just be the school house up the road, or the neighbor’s house next door, or even the room where your child sleeps tonight. Outside the camp is much more to do with the heart than with locale. The only given we have is that outside the camp is the only place where we will find the welcoming arms of Jesus.

I’m inclined to ask here where my tent is pitched; within or without the gates? The Author and Finisher of our faith calls from one.

Inspired by my precious friend serving outside the gates in a far away land.

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About mtsweat

Seeking the rest that is only promised and found in Christ Jesus, along with my treasured wife of more than twenty-five years, we seek to grow in our relationship with our Heavenly Father, walk with the Holy Spirit as He moves our hearts, loving others always as Jesus loves us, and carry the news of His glory, the wonderful gospel, that gives light and life where there once was only darkness.
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6 Responses to Journaling in Distant Lands; Forsaking the Camp

  1. Pingback: Journaling in Distant Lands; A Lack Thereof | Resting in His Grace

  2. Please let me tell you how much I appreciate your like of my post on, “Left Behind.” That is very kind of you. Also, I am thankful that you are following my blog. Please have a blessed day.
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    • mtsweat says:

      Many thanks to you my friend. I look forward to your words of encouraging thoughts at your site as you minister in the name of Jesus. Yes, “that I may know Him.” Amen!

  3. ccragamuffin says:

    So let us then…follow Him. Wherever.

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