Christians are God-explorers, not God-seekers. For a detailed explanation of this truth, click HERE. It’s the difference between “I still haven’t found what I’m looking for,” to borrow from rock star Bono, and “Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine,” to quote hymn-writer Crosby.

Christians are no longer seekers. They’re believers. Even more to the point, they’re explorers. Seekers never quite arrive, are never quite satisfied, can never truly enjoy a moment for the grandeur of what it is because they are always looking for something other than what they have. Explorers have arrived, because their goal is not some precisely obscure treasure always just out of reach; their goal is the frontier, so every step they take beyond where they’ve been is exactly where they want to be. This doesn’t breed apathy, but rather excitement, since every step is its own reward, not just some means to an end that never quite materializes.

When I say that explorers have arrived, I mean they’ve arrived in the same way that a child arrives at his grandparent’s cottage the day after school is out; they are where they want to be, but it will take them the entire summer to explore every trail, turn over every mossy stone, wade through every turn of the pebbled brook. In this sense, I have arrived, people — I am one with the One my heart desires, and I will spend the rest of eternity exploring Him and my life with Him.

I am now, and forever will be, on the fringes of the Divine Frontier. It will be my greatest joy to explore his breadth, ponder his magnitude, plumb his love, consider his character, for the rest of time. “To boldly go where no one has gone before…” That’s my prime directive. God, not space, is the final frontier.

The divine frontier. More on that tomorrow.