It has been quite a revelatory evening of study today. I found myself looking back over my journey. There was a time when I led a Druid grove, a gathering of seekers exploring the old ways, searching for wisdom in the turning of the seasons, the quiet of the trees, and the rhythm of ritual. Yet, even then, I felt something was missing.
I could never quite put my finger on it. There was depth, but it wasn’t deep enough. There was wisdom, but not the kind my soul truly longed for. I tried to guide those around me into something richer, something beyond just playing at spirituality, but they were content where they were. I used to call it “playing in the playground”—exploring the surface but never daring to step beyond the gate.
I wanted more.
I wanted to go deeper.
But at the time, I didn’t have the words for what I was looking for. I only knew that the grove wasn’t it.
The Whisper of Restlessness
Looking back, I now see that this restlessness was not a mistake—it was God stirring me, even when I did not yet recognize His voice.
Even then, I was being drawn toward something greater.
Even then, I was searching for Christ, though I didn’t know it yet.
It wasn’t that I was failing to connect spiritually—it was that the place I was searching could only take me so far.
I was never meant to stay in the playground. I was meant to walk the pilgrimage.
The Call I Didn’t Expect
At first, I thought my journey had been a gradual unfolding, a slow, organic shift. But now I see it differently.
I see that I was not the one searching for God—God was searching for me.
I see that I did not take the first step—Christ called my name long before I realized it.
Like Zacchaeus, perched in a tree, thinking he was just an observer of Jesus passing by, I was watching, learning, trying to make sense of it all.
And then, like Zacchaeus, I heard my name.
“Come down from that tree. I am coming to your house today.”
The truth is, grace found me before I even knew how to look for it.
Leaving the Playground Behind
Now, I stand at a crossroads.
I have chased wisdom, I have searched in many places, and I have seen the limits of paths that do not lead to Christ.
The playground was a place of learning, but now it is time to step out onto the real path.
I don’t know every step ahead, but I know this:
🔥 I am not in the tree anymore.
🔥 I have invited Christ in.
🔥 I will follow wherever this path leads.
And so, I leave you with this—my poem, written in a moment of clarity, in a moment of surrender.
On My Calling and the Story of Zacchaeus
Come in, let me know you!
This is my humble abode.
I have not riches, no great wealth.
And as I look back, there I see
An old version of me
Sat in that tree.
How long was I there?
Who knows, who cares?
For this is the next step—
Who knows, who wills, who dares?
And in stillness’ silence,
I listen for your voice.
A cup of tea, a biscuit perchance?
As I invite now within
The Lord of the Dance.
This is the journey.
This is the moment.
And I am all in.
Final Reflection
- Have you ever felt a restlessness that you couldn’t quite explain?
- Have you ever sensed that you were searching for something, without knowing what it was?
- What if, all along, it wasn’t you looking for God—but God calling you to something greater?
If you’re at the edge of something new, unknown, but undeniably right, maybe this is your Zacchaeus moment too.
Are you ready to step down from the tree?
Are you ready to leave the playground behind?
Are you ready to follow?
Closing Thoughts
This journey isn’t just mine—it’s a story woven into the fabric of every seeker who has ever longed for something deeper, something more.
Perhaps it’s your story too.
Let’s walk it together.
Ancient Whispers 
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