Depending on where we are in the country we can drive through tunnels that are dug through mountains. They are usually well lit, yet drivers are required to put their headlights on to assure safety. There are people who are intimidated by tunnels, much like others are afraid of climbing heights or crossing a bridge, especially one that’s lengthy.
I’m not afraid of a tunnel, yet I find myself looking, with an element of excitement to see the “light at the end of the tunnel.” There is something exhilarating and refreshing about seeing the sunshine peeking through.
The circumstances, trials and tribulations in our lives, sometimes leave us feeling like we are deep within a tunnel yet unable to see the light. We keep clawing and struggling through our situation and all we can see is darkness. We are fearful and worried about the outcome, especially if there seems to be no light to work toward.
God uses “tunnels” in our lives to mold us into the persons we are supposed to be, that will complete his purpose in our lives. Sometimes it’s so hard to see the light and we crouch down in fear. We forget that all we need to do is call out to God for help. He will provide the glow that can keep us moving toward the light.
I have a friend who has a family relationship which looks like a long, dark tunnel. There seems to be no ray of sunshine that would indicate they are near a resolution. She has no idea how it will all turn out. At this point, she concedes it’s totally out of her hands. I haven’t a clue how God will use this in my friend’s life, but there must be some reason the tunnel is there, and why she must endure it.
I wonder if the workers who dug “Hezekiah’s Tunnel” wondered if they would ever see the light. Digging a tunnel is no easy feat. In Biblical times, given their means for digging and moving the earth; it was quite a trial. Yet 2 Chronicles and 2 Kings describe a tunnel (known Hezekiah’s Tunnel) that was built under the city of Jerusalem, that was an engineering masterpiece! When a person considers what the workers must have endured during this time, it’s quite remarkable.
When I see the light at the end of the tunnel we are driving through, it must be something near what those workers must have felt all those years ago. There was a reason the tunnel was dug. It supplied water from the Gihon Spring to the city of Jerusalem and depending on the time of year, provided a means for people to go from the Pool of Siloam into Jerusalem. It was also a hiding place during the destruction of Jerusalem.
Tunnels can be a place of fear, a place of hiding; but they can also be a place of journey toward the light. How do you view tunnels? Are they a place you like to be or, not so much?
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