My children slept as the wind and rain beat violently against our tent. Would the tent survive? It was the one thought that was running through my head. Earlier that week I had hurt my shoulder, and if the tent started to give way, there was little I would be able to do to prevent a disaster. It was a frightening prospect. Yet, in the midst of my turmoil, I felt God speak: seek first the kingdom of God.
It was a well worn phrase, but it spoke to me like it had not before. I was not called to worry about the tent, but to one thing: to seek God’s kingdom. All of a sudden things came into perspective and I felt my fear and worry depart. Of course, I had no promise that the tent would not collapse, but that no longer mattered. My concern was God's kingdom, and that was enough.
It was only later, that I realised that I had no idea what it meant. And so began a journey. A journey that had me questioning not only the role of the kingdom, but its relation to the Gospel and the presence of God. That was twenty five years ago.
As Jesus breathed his last on the cross, the veil in the Temple was torn from top to bottom, from heaven to earth. It was the curtain that separated God’s presence from humankind and protected them from the awesome holiness of God - a holiness that few could encounter and live. But now something has changed and the curtain has been rendered obsolete.