When problems become a horizon…
If I were to describe the last six months in the Busick family, in one word, I would have to say, “horizo,” pronounced, “hor-id’-zo.” Horizo is the Greek word in the New Testament that translates into English words or phrases, such as: to mark out definitely, declare, or determine. It is where we derive the English word, horizon. Horizo also refers to God’s power in ordination of people, visions, direction, and purposes. In Romans 1:4, Jesus was “declared (horizo) with power to be the Son of God by his resurrection from the dead…”
This year marked a new horizon for our family as we relocate to Arizona and join the FCC team. It has been a year of events that have brought about a determined direction. This transitional period, though it may not be noticeable to some, may be something that, as we look back in years to come, will be recognized as being an epic adventure full of risk, disappointments, discovery and development; the makings of a great road trip.
Think about your favorite landscape picture of a horizon. What do you think of? A beach sunset? The first glance at the mountains in the distant? I think of our drive from Kansas to the Phoenix valley to visit my in-laws. This must be the best drive in the United States. I can see why Route 66 is such a nostalgic part of American history. The time traveling flies by, primarily because the scenery between Eastern New Mexico and Phoenix is constantly changing with each new horizon; the glimpse of lonely mountains around Tucumcari; the valley of Albuquerque lights peeking around the mountains; the black volcanic rock against the red rolling cliffs of western New Mexico; the forest of petrified trees and dinosaur statues of Holbrook; and the crescendo of bushes and Alpines that lead to a sudden burst of mountains and valleys that envelop Pine and Payson. Can you hear an Aaron Copeland composition in the background? And then there’s “The Valley,” and all of its Saguaro giants. Wouldn’t it be pointless to see all of that at once? It’s too much to take in. So the drive becomes a slow, marked-out discovery; an adventure. I can’t see the Saguaros while driving in Santa Rosa, NM. I lose sight of the Yellowhorse Trading Post after turning the bend towards Winslow, AZ. That’s an amazing characteristic of our Creator; namely His sovereign ability of putting limits on what we see what we experience and when we move in life. I’m so glad the Spirit marks those limits. Horizons make the journey worth it.
That’s where faith and trust come in. Though often faith in Christ is seen as something for the week and broken (and rightfully so), it also acts as a tool of action for the bold and courageous. Those who choose to rise to the challenge of following Christ in His life and mission find themselves on an epic adventure full of risk, disappointments, discovery and development: the makings of a great spiritual journey. Faith is just packing the car and leaving the driveway. Horizons make the journy worth it.
Becoming what the world so despirately needs…