Quote from: We Who Have Gone Before by Steven Foster
Many come to Lost Borders with this item on their agendas.They have been enculturated by the “on demand” values of the material world from childhood, and know nothing else. If we need something, we can go down to the corner store; we can order it over the internet; we can take a pill.
For many of those who come to Lost Borders, “transformation” is the magic bait. They think, well, if I just go into the wilderness for three or four days to fast alone, I’ll come back transformed. Presto chango. A new man, a new woman. But what actually happens is some-thing else entirely. There is no miraculous transformation. Instead they sit on their mountain top and the days pass uneventfully. The wind blows; the sun shines; the stars twinkle; the crickets sing. This is all very nice, but where are the goodies?
It takes time to turn water into wine. Jesus could do it with a snap of his fingers. We poor mortals have to kill time, remembering who we are and who we want to be. Then we have to bring all those memories to simmer over a slow fire. The finger snap may take weeks, months, years, even a lifetime.
But it sure doesn’t hurt to sit alone with an empty belly among the pinyons and junipers and watch the sun go down.