In my git-er-done mind, I think God wants my service. The more I do the more He will want me (insert love me) or the more I will merit His love and grace. Even though I say God loves me period. I often exhibit a behavior more like the former belief than the latter. In truth, God wants ME.
He doesn't need me. He wants me. He is quit capable on His own. He's been doing it for a while (since time began) so he has a handle on how it all works. What he really wants is for me to hang-out for a while. To relate to Him and His own. There are all of those supper examples of Jesus eating with folks. Not after they believed Him before and during. He seems to really enjoy being wiht sinners! Jesus likes messed up people. No, Jesus loves messed up people. Even messed up self-righteous people who think their stuff don't stink (it does)! Yep Jesus love THOSE kind too. Me, he loves me and wants to spend time with me.
My git-er-done mind needs to git gone so we can hang. Hang together not doing nothin' just being. Loving Him because of who he is and not what he's done. James Bryan Smith in his book The Good and Beautiful God quotes Love (III) by George Herbert a seventeenth-century poastor. The last two lines are as follows (brackets are mine):
"You must sit down," says Love [insert God], "and taste my meat."
So I did sit and eat.
Meals are fun, joyous, hilarious times at my house.
How is it that I never thought about a meal with Jesus?
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