I imagine Jesus out for a hike, Jesus catching his breath in the shade of a boulder, Jesus listening to the birdsong and the howls of the beasts and the whoosh of the wind instead of the pleas of the ailing and the wails of the desperate and the nattering of his feckless disciples, Jesus collecting himself away from the endless demands of his everyday life and the people around him, Jesus resting. If Jesus himself needed the respite of the wilderness, why not us? For all our fears of the alleged wilds, perhaps we all sometimes need some space and a radical change in scenery to reflect and
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