Do you remember that feeling of arriving at a certain place in life when there are more questions than answers?
Where am I? Where am I going? What am I meant to be doing here? Am I meant to be here?
Hold this thought.
“After Jesus had sent the crowd away, he got into the boat and went to the vicinity of Magadan.” (Matthew 15 v 39) However …
“After he had sent them away, he got into the boat with his disciples and went to the region of Dalmanutha.” (Mark 8 v 10)
The fact is no one knows.
Scholars for centuries have thought they knew but then others have successfully discounted their argument. Should Magadan be called Magdala? Was it a copyist error? Is Dalmanutha in Magdala? Are they the same place or places next door to each other? Or are these actually clever descriptive places by the gospel writers?
No one knows.
But what Matthew and Mark do agree on is what happened at Magadan/Dalmanutha’. It was a place for the attempt of the entrapment of Jesus. We will read the verses tomorrow.
But ponder this with me. Within the gospel story there is a moment on looking back when because of a lack of evidence all we have is confusion. We know what happened there but we don’t know where it was exactly nor the reason for being there.
That may be your story too.
There may be a chapter in your life when all you can describe it now as it was a place of confusion. Perhaps you are in that chapter now. If so, then be careful. The confused place could be a place the enemy is trying to catch you out.
You may not know where you are but you know who you belong to. You may not know why you are here but you know who sovereignly led you here.
Confused but caught not by the enemy but the perfect plan of God.