The Promised Land is in us.
Continuously, this inner territory awaits its inhabitants. It stands inside each one of us, and we all share its soil.
By walking by chance on a small pile of forsaken leaves, we fall down the hole they covered : this is how you enter the Promised Land.
But this is not a promise the way we usually understand it. We often believe this land is kept for us, preventing anyone else to live there.
This is the interpretation we often too quickly attribute to Hebrews as they walk towards the land which has been promised to them.
Believing it works as a due is missing a deeper comprehension.
The promise in Promised Land is a promise of presence.
This Land will be present, It will never fail you.
Unfallingly, it is the territory beyond all territories.
The promise refers to the reliability of the tools, to the highest degree of truth, much more than it indicates a guarantee of acquisition.
It is the bowl promising the water it contains will quench your thirst if you bring its rim close enough to your lips. This has nothing to do with a refreshing soda if you end the marathon first.
It is the promise of Jesus by the well…
Entering this land of promises is not necessarily linked to the distance you have run or the efforts you have made.
The door to the Promised Land is letting go, unaware of its achievement.
It promises the comfort of honey and the security of milk if we can see through the curtain or discomfort and insecurity (at least, this is how we call them on this side of the border).
A french version is available here : Terre Promise (Promised Land)