"The whole land of Canaan, where you now reside as a foreigner, I will give as an everlasting possession to you and your descendants after you; and I will be their God." – Genesis 17:8
You may be asking yourself, “Thoughts from Canaan? What does that mean?” No, I don’t live in Canaan and I’m not writing from any location with the name. At least, not physically. However, spiritually speaking, I am dwelling in the Promised Land.
Many Christian writers throughout the ages have looked at the Old Testament story of Moses leading the Israelites out of Egypt and into Canaan as a type or metaphor for the Christian life. Just as the Israelites were held captive by the Egyptians, before Christ, I too was a slave because, as Jesus said, “everyone who commits sin is the slave of sin” (John 8:34). I was held in bondage and fed a steady diet of leeks and onions which defiled the very air I exhaled. Sin was my constant companion and I was marked for death. But Christ, our Passover Lamb, came and gave himself up to be murdered in my stead. As a result of His sacrifice, I was set free from the chains of sin and death. Now, I was free to leave the Bondage of Egypt and enter into the Promised Land of Canaan.
Canaan is a type of the Spiritual Life. We are no longer subject to the same desires and whims as before. Now, we’re walking in the Spirit. We have eyes that have been opened and ears that have been cleared. We’ve been given the very mind of Christ! There’s nothing like living in Canaan.
As I look out at the world we live in, I don’t see it in the same way that I once did. Now, I’m dwelling in Canaan and I have a different perspective. I write this blog as a pilgrim in this world; but a pilgrim who is already seated with Christ in heavenly places. My hope is, as you read these thoughts, you’ll be drawn to here too. Then, you might join me in this Spiritual Canaan. It is like no other.
Beulah Land by Edgar Stites
I’ve reached the land of corn and wine,
And all its riches freely mine;
Here shines undimmed one blissful day,
For all my night has passed away.
O Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land,
As on thy highest mount I stand,
I look away across the sea,
Where mansions are prepared for me,
And view the shining glory shore,
My heav’n, my home forevermore!
My Savior comes and walks with me,
And sweet communion here have we;
He gently leads me by His hand,
For this is Heaven’s borderland.
A sweet perfume upon the breeze,
Is borne from ever vernal trees,
And flow’rs that never fading grow
Where streams of life forever flow.
The zephyrs seem to float to me,
Sweet sounds of Heaven’s melody,
As angels with the white-robed throng
Join in the sweet redemption song.