Inexplicably, Jesus' question comes to mind:
What did you expect?
He asked it about John the Baptist and - more importantly - he asked it of people who went out into the desert to see him.
"What did you go out into the desert to see?"
I ask it this morning about those who come - or don't come - to see me.
Funny. I get lonely. I want people to come and talk to me here. They don't normally. But that's ok too. I confess, though, that I think about what might draw people here. . . . Funny stuff. Provocative stuff. The Buzzzzzz. . . . . Being "in". Knowing the lingo and what you're supposed to do - or say.
Or not say.
What you can confess to feeling, and what is just too outre to even mention, let alone own up to.
I think I get it wrong on just about every count.
This morning, I checked out the biblical reference that had come to mind above - it's in Matthew, 11th chapter, verse 7 (and following). The interesting thing to me, was that I hadn't remembered that Jesus asked people who had gone into the desert to see this guy. It's different, isn't it, when you get a guy like John (kind of a wierdo, by all accounts, at least with respect to clothing and dietary habits) coming out of the desert and showing up at the local mall. But that's not what happened. They went to him, in his solitude; his 'desert' - or eremos in the Greek. A "lonely, desolate, uninhabited place" - when used of a place; "deserted by others, deprived of friends, kindred and acquaintences" - when used of a person.
I'm sorry I'm not more entertaining. . . .
I am eremos.
Perhaps it is a necessary condition for propheting.