Matthew 4:1 tells us that “Jesus was led by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil” (NAS). Without having any choice in the matter –
without any apparent objections – Jesus simply followed the Spirit into a place
where the enemy of all human life would become an unwelcome companion. Throughout the Scriptures, “the wilderness”
often refers to “a barren wasteland,” or “a place of wandering.” It is also a place of profound “dryness,”
where very little water is found. It is,
to say the least, a spiritual desert where one experiences prolonged periods
when God feels absent. The wilderness can often refer to a dark time
in the life of a believer – what some writers refer to as “the dark night of
the soul” – where the way ahead seems uncertain and difficult.
In his book entitled Windows of the Soul, Ken Gire writes
about the importance of the wilderness experience, for it is there “we learn
that we do not live by bread alone but by every word that proceeds from the
mouth of God.” When the enemy is in hot
pursuit, and you don’t necessarily feel the presence of God – when things seem
confusing, and whatever peace you once had seems lost – where do you turn? We turn to the word of God! The Word of God is what keeps us strong and
steady when everything else around us seems dark and forbidding – when life
itself seems to offer so little encouragement.
At such times, the Word of God is meant to be “a lamp to my feet and a
light to my path” (Ps. 119:105, NIV).
Jesus knew the importance
of God’s Word when the devil came with his taunts. “Since you are God’s Son,” he said, “speak
the word that will turn these stones into loaves of bread” (Mt. 4:3, The Message). Hungry, tired, feeling weak and maybe a
little disoriented, Jesus took “the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of
God” (Eph. 6:17, NIV) and sliced through the intrusive thoughts of the enemy by saying, “It takes more than
bread to say alive. It takes a steady
stream of words from God’s mouth” (Mt. 4:4, The
Message).
Many years ago I was
traveling with a few friends to a Scout Camp near Alliston, Ontario where we
were scheduled to stay for the night. I
well remember the experience of walking into the camp grounds and finding that
it was so dark that we could see absolutely nothing. I mean, it was so dark that you could not see
your hand if you waved it in front of your face. You could not see the sky
above or the trees to your right and left.
In fact, even though I knew my friends were right beside me, I couldn’t
see them. I only heard their frightened
voices saying, “Where are we?” It was
scary, and it was hard to put one foot in front of the other because you just
didn’t know what you might walk into.
And yet, gradually, as we kept moving forward, we began to see a light
in the distance.
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