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By Angeline oppenheimer
05/31/07
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Slivers of Adventures

So I’ve never floated in a wicker basket, cushioned with straw, with only a blanket for comfort down the Nile River. Baby Moses wouldn’t know the adventure that was set out for him either. His race was his destiny and His God would be His scout master. He was set for a wild ride, but what did Moses know with the cool water lulling him and his chubby thumb in his mouth? In his life time, he would be a champion of the underdogs, a civil rights activist when he chose to stand with his race than his standing in the Pharaoh’s court. He would go on to lead a whiny multitude across a raging ocean and climb Mount Sinai to receive the commandments and in the process, bargained to see God.

I’ve never been sent on a mission to a land supposedly peopled by giants and gigantic fruits. I don’t know what it was like to hide in a red-light district while your pursuers ransack the whole house, with your heart pounding like the snare drum gonging loud in the ears and praying so hard, the perspiration ran like water. I can only imagine the rhythm of palpitation in Caleb and Joshua’s hearts as they made their way down, Rapunzel’s style, and fumbled their way into the wilderness to escape. As they hid in the thick forests, foraging for insects and animals and drinking water from dew-frosted leaves, I can only imagine. An adventure, unparalleled, not even Survivors participants can fully fathom.

Further down the halls of faith, I spy Esther. Her beauty had become her liability. In a bid to save her race from annihilation, she used her beauty to her advantage. With her “If I perish, I perish” kind of faith, she put herself out to the slaughter. Either she gained an audience with the tempestuous King or the whole race went down with her. She stepped out on a limb of adventure, balancing on it with tons of prayer and fasting.

As I googled more on Ancient Adventurers, I meet Elijah, the prophet of fire. He was not afraid to stand before the king and challenge his entourage of bogus prophets to set the altar on fire. He had a field day putting Baal on the spotlight. Sure, Elijah knew his life may be snubbed out by vain-lusty Jezebel but that was an adventure he couldn’t resist. He highlighted God’s authenticity and then fled (another adventure of its own but we’ll leave it as that).

Time will have to stay on hold if we think of more examples: Peter and his miraculous escape out of prison; Saul and his tumultuous beginning when he was struck blind, so he can embraced the Light of the world. His whole life then became a journey of adventures, not all pretty but certainly worth every twist and turn.

Traveling through the annals of time, on the wings of patriarchal exploration, I wonder about my life. Certainly, I’ve never even come close to any of these experiences. My little adventures with God pale in comparison and I wonder if I even on the same path as our forefathers.

Little adventures like the time I first came to know the Lord and spent the next three months playing hide-and-seek with my Buddhist parents. To be caught would mean expulsion from the family line or the cold-shoulder treatment. Young and fearful, I hid behind closed doors to pray, smuggled the Bible in and out of my school bag and sneaked to Bible-studies. Secrecy is excitement in an odd way but I’d rather be open and free. Anyhow, my brother blew my cover and standing under my mom’s reproachful eyes, I felt a sense of freedom like I’ve never known. Thereafter, I was officially disowned and declared useless in the Buddhist ancestry of filial piety.

That was the beginning of my little adventures with God. I remember the time He delivered me from a cultic sect of Christianity with the power of His written words.. Then God took me out of my comfort zone and transported me 12,000 miles away to the Land of Opportunities. The God who took me out was there when I had no friends, no family, no authentic Asian food! Since then, God saw me through my husband’s bicycle accident, a late-term miscarriage, the demise of my parents and God knows-- I’ve always ask for some down time before the next adventure hits.

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