Minor face-lift around here... same old space, don't worry. :)
Oh, and ps: this becoming the all-time most-read post ever around here (by a long shot!)? Crazy. Blown away and thankful for grace. Praying that it touches and launches hearts into an extraordinary way of holding up the talented among us.
Anyways - just some Jesus-thoughts for your soul around here today. In the dead of a pretty dreary winter, lots of souls might need a little bit of comfort.
Hey, child of the Most High?
Sure - there are lots of reasons to stop believing.
But before you go, you precious, precious creation, contemplate this - there's something oddly comforting about Jesus being your only option.
Not your #1. But your only.
We sang it during worship last week - There is none besides You, God.
Yeah, I get it. Sometimes it seems like hope will never show.
But this. This -
To whom shall we go?
I imagine Jesus' face, asking this question to his disciples: "You do not want to leave too, do you?"
Don't you think his face was just utter disappointment, accepted defeat, hopelessness? A sadness that says: I love you. I. Love. You. But I can just see you leaving this love behind.
Kind of like that boy in middle school - the one everyone roots for - that wears his heart on his sleeve and the girl still says no. C'mon - you know that face.
Or like that girl in that book that says I love you. But this cancer in me will only hurt you and I accept that you'll go.
But the boy that she says that to? He goes Too late. I'm in too deep. To whom would I go?
And that's Jesus, here in this story - "You do not want to leave too, do you?"
His face reflects a moment of sadness as he watches his bride run - run because his words are too much to handle; the prospect of this love is too much to grasp; the present pain too much to bear, even for an eternal love in the long run.
And Peter's response is as painfully real and profoundly comforting as it gets - "Master, to whom would we go? We've already committed ourselves, confident that you are the Holy One of God."
We're in too deep, he says - and absolutely, positively, profoundly OK with that. Oddly and desperately comforted by it.
We know nothing else. We don't want to know anything else. And even if we did - we couldn't. Just couldn't.
Yeah, nothing holds us back, but for some strange reason, even if your head says go, your heart - somewhere deep in your subconscious - pulls you to stay.
Because you're in too deep and that is the most beautiful thing of all.
I know it sounds strange, but think about it and feel it.
This rhythm of grace, just let it overcome you. Let it be your life.
There is none besides You, God.
And for that - I am thankful.
Hold on, you wild, passionate, tired soul. Because I believe you can.
I believe you will.