I’ve lived in some form of a desert since I was 4 years old. The Mojave, Sonoran, and San Diego Deserts. I guess that’s why R. Sherman’s post on Spiritual Dehydration stuck a chord with me.
I’ve always found it telling that when God wants to instruct His people, He sends them into some dessicated landscape: The Israelites in Sinai; Elijah fleeing the wrath of Ahab and Jezebel; Christ communing with the Father for forty days after His baptism. In truth, there’s nothing so good at clearing the mind, than walking for hours in the sun with only sounds of one’s boots crunching on the gravel for company.
What I really liked about this post was that, while I was expecting a worldly, man-centered view of spirituality, I found a thought provoking view of our relationship with God.