There is a special place my wife and I love to go whenever we are in Wyoming called the Gros Ventre Wilderness. There is something irresistibly beckoning about it. When I think of wilderness that’s the image that comes to mind. Some of God’s most important work has taken place in the wilderness. It seems God finds it a suitable place to talk to people: Abraham, Moses, David, Elijah, John the Baptist. Jesus spent 40 of the most significant days of his life there and sought it out daily as a matter of habit. I’ve never thought of the vineyard as wilderness. It is green seven months of the year and surrounded by houses. Hardly a picture of wilderness. Yet it is when I am alone in the vineyard that the vast majority of gleanings for this blog are revealed. Perhaps wilderness isn’t so much about the place as it is about the One who chooses to speak there when other voices are silent. The place where the Vineyard Owner walks with me and talks with me and tells me I am his own.