Acorns From Oakes

Seeing With Our Father's Eyes

Jesus Is Here

The other day I borrowed a trailer from my friend Bill. It was over at his son’s home, sitting just outside their front door. I went to knock and the door came open. One of the grandkids was sick. Their mother was home with all three of the boys. This good family has been visiting our worship services over the last several months. Erin (the boys’ mom) gave me permission to drive up in the yard and get the trailer. As I was working on hooking it up, she came back to the door smiling. She told me that her second son, Blake, was talking to someone on the phone (I think) and told them “Jesus is here getting the trailer.”                                                                                                                                                           That made me laugh out loud (as did our whole congregation yesterday morning when I told them about it). I have been smiling and thinking about it every now and then since. It’s not often I am confused with Jesus. But Blake was thinking. He knew that going to church had something to do with Jesus. He saw me get up every Sunday and heard me begin teaching about Jesus. So he made a connection. It’s not only funny to me now…it’s precious to me as well. I want to be like Jesus. I have wanted that since I was a child. I have often failed miserably…so miserably…in my attempt. But I’ve seen things in Him…wondrous things…things that left me changed somehow. No use pretending I haven’t seen them. If I hadn’t seen His glory, I think I could quit. But having seen it, I can’t do it, not to Him. I fail regularly, but I just can’t settle for that. I fall, but anymore, my enemies don’t even have time to rejoice, for by His grace (and this amazing willingness He is producing inside me) He picks me up. I embarrass myself, but He takes my reproach away. The sins of my youth keep stopping by for a visit, but He won’t let them stay. The brokenness of my childhood comes to haunt me, but my Father God reminds me I am His. When there come those slips between the cup and the lips and some things I had planned to do for Him never come about, He calms me and tells me it was good that it was in my heart to do it for Him. And when what I do doesn’t look at all like I thought it would, and I am ashamed to bring it to Him, He graciously reaches out for it and is glad for it and doesn’t despise the day of small things…small things…like a young boy, who calls an old preacher, Jesus.  I love this scattered group of Christ-followers. Thank you for sharing with me. I love what the Contemporary English Version of the Bible has for Philippians 2:1. “Christ encourages you, and His love comforts you. God’s Spirit unites you, and you are concerned for others.” I believe that about you all. Jesus is here and He’s here in you.

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6 thoughts on “Jesus Is Here

  1. Doug that is awesome how that little boy saw you… people should see Jesus in all of us all the time and not just at church. The challenge is to show Jesus wherever we are. that is one thing that I hope is that people see Jesus in me. I love to read your blogs they really move my spirit. When Sherry Fisher told me about your blog well… all Ican say is that they are a blessing. Thank you

    Cyndi

    CYNDI,
    CHRIST IN US IS THE HOPE OF GLORY (COL.1:27)…NOT ONLY OUR HOPE OF GLORY, BUT THE HOPE OF GLORY FOR OTHERS. WHAT A PRIVILEGE IS PRESENTED TO US…TO GET TO KNOW HIM MORE AND MORE. THE MORE WE LEARN OF HIM, THE MORE WE WANT TO KNOW OF HIM. THE WONDER OF HIM CREATES A HOLY HUNGER IN US THAT ONLY HE CAN FILL…AND HE DOES OVER AND OVER AGAIN. OUR ENCOUNTERS WITH HIM LEAVE US SHINING. WE BURN BUT ARE NOT CONSUMED WITH HIS GLORY. AND WHEN THERE COME BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS WHEN OTHERS NOTICE THIS, WE TASTE THE GLORY OF USEFULNESS IN HIS MISSION. WE FEEL HIS PLEASURE. WE REFLECT HIM. I’M CONVINCED YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE GLORY-SPREADERS BECAUSE YOU TRULY WANT TO BE. THANK YOU FOR SHINING FOR HIM…FOR OTHERS…FOR US ALL.

  2. Doug, how sweet! I think that little boy was pretty close. You have Jesus’ spirit in you and He shines through your heart…I can tell.

    The sins of my youth come by for regular visits too…thank you for reminding me that He won’t let them stay. I have so little to offer…thank you for teaching me that He graciously reaches out for it. That is hard for me to hang on to…I may have to come back and read this everyday. 🙂

    Thank you for showing Jesus to that little boy and to me. You make my heart lighter with every word you write.

    SHERRY,
    I’M MORE AND MORE CONVINCED THAT LIFE IS TOO COMPLEX FOR THE PAT ANSWERS I USED TO HAVE FOR EVERYTHING. THE FOLLOWING STATEMENT IS ONE ILLUSTRATION OF WHAT I MEAN- GOD FORGIVES US IF WE TRULY REPENT AND DO THE BEST WE CAN FROM THAT TIME FORWARD. BUT WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO DO THE BEST WE CAN? DID ANYONE FORCE US TO SIN? WAS IT IN OUR POWER TO AVOID THE SIN? SO…ARE WE REALLY DOING OUR BEST WHEN WE SIN? IT’S JUST NOT THAT SIMPLE, IS IT? IN TRUTH, WE CANNOT ALWAYS DO OUR BEST, CAN WE? MY BEST TODAY MIGHT NOT BE AS GOOD AS MY BEST YESTERDAY. I AM SO GLAD WE DON’T HAVE TO WEIGH ALL THESE KINDS OF THINGS IN ORDER TO KNOW WE ARE HIS. I AM GLAD HE HAS IT ALL FIGURED OUT. I AM GLAD BECAUSE OF THE CROSS, WE ARE SAFE. WE ARE WANTED. WE ARE CHERISHED. WE ARE HELPFUL TO HIM. THESE TRUTHS ARE SOLID. WE CAN PUT DOWN OUR WHOLE WEIGHT ON THEM. WE CAN RELAX OUR HEARTS IN HIM AS WE BUSY OURSELVES WITH THE JOY OF SHARING HIM WITH OTHERS. I LOVE THE WAY YOU SHARE HIM.

  3. I like that thought … that the boy made that connection.

    I heard a story about some missionaries that had been in a place teaching about Jesus. They were banished and the teaching of Jesus was no longer allowed. Another man came through … and just lived like Jesus, never mentioning His name. A little boy who knew the previous missionaries came up to him and said, “I know you … your Jesus … the people that were here before told us about you.”

    How different my life would be if I was like Jesus in all that I do. Thanks for reminding me of the thought once again … It is enough to be like Jesus.

    ENOUGH! WHAT A CONCEPT, PAIGE! DOES OUR CULTURE KNOW WHAT ENOUGH MEANS? DO I? THERE REALLY IS NO GREATER PRIVILEGE…NO GREATER GIFT…NO GREATER POSSIBILITY…NO GREATER FULFILLMENT…NO GREATER ASPIRATION…THAN TO BE CAUGHT LIVING AND LOVING LIKE JESUS. I HAVE CAUGHT YOU DOING THAT IN YOUR WRITINGS A BUNCH OF TIMES NOW. I HAVE BEEN ON THE RECEIVING END OF IT. I BELIEVE THAT FOR YOU…IT IS ENOUGH TO BE LIKE JESUS.

  4. That verse where Jesus reminds his disciples that it is enough to be like their master and teacher is one of my all time favorites! Rex taught me that years ago – and I have lived my life trying to do just that.

    But it is just as you say – I try – and too many times (and it frustrates me to no end) – I fail – Yet, even then – I have always tried to remind folk about Jesus and how He wants us to act and to live – and how He wants us to treat others. I have often been amazed when “older brother type” individuals think that once you mess up – you no longer should teach – you should no longer make an effort to model Jesus to others – yet, how can you stop. I didn’t want to do the things I did – I sure didn’t want to hurt the name of Jesus because I did it – and I’m still going to try and live my life in such a way that I can somehow, someway, someday bring honor to the lamb! What else can I do?

    Concerning you – Doug Oakes – I have seen you be like Jesus. I have seen it in the life of Doug Jr…and the love that he has for the Word and the honor he brings to Jesus by his life – he got that from having a father like Jesus. I watched you love Rex – and to care for him like the Samaritan – because you are like Jesus. The boy was right, in my mind, Jesus did come and pick up that trailer – and Jesus is touching that young man’s life just as He has so many times through you!

    Doug – thanks for being Jesus – and for loving us like He does!

    DENNIS,
    EXACTLY RIGHT! AMEN! PREACH ON! YOU SPOKE OF HOW, EVEN ON THE FAR SIDE OF FAILURE, YOU WOULD KEEP ON TRYING TO HONOR HIM. THEN YOU SAID, “WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?” THAT’S EVERYTHING RIGHT THERE! WHAT ELSE CAN WE DO? IT’S FOR LOVE OF HIM THAT WE WON’T QUIT. I LIKE THAT, DENNIS. AND I LIKE YOUR HEART FOR HIM THAT CARRIES YOU DOWN TO OLD MEXICO TO LEARN/RE-LEARN SPANISH SO YOU CAN TELL THEM IN THEIR OWN LANGUAGE HOW MUCH HE LOVES THEM. I DON’T KNOW MUCH…BUT I KNOW THIS…THAT HONORS HIM, MY BROTHER. YOU ARE DOING IT! YOU ARE BRINGING HONOR TO THE LAMB! GOD BLESS AND PROTECT YOU AND YOURS AND ALL THOSE WITH WHOM YOU MAY FIND AN OPPORTUNITY FOR JESUS.

  5. Don and I are smiling, Doug….Don’t we all want Jesus to be seen in us?
    This child reminds me of a little one who became confused at VBS a few years ago. An older gentleman was dressed up portraying a Mad Scientist for the application story. When he came onto the stage, one little 4 yr old
    shouted, It’s Jesus and I’m scared! It was all of the teacher’s challenge
    that entire week to assure the 4 yr old class that the man was NOT Jesus and that Jesus isn’t scary!

    How nice that you aren’t scary!

    NANCY,
    HI. SORRY WE MISSED YOUR PHONE CALL TODAY. WE’VE REALLY GOT TO GET TOGETHER SOON. AND ABOUT ME NOT BEING SCARY…I’M NOT SURE VICKI WOULD AGREE, ESPECIALLY WHEN SHE SEES ME ARISE FROM THE DEAD EVERY MORNING…MAN, THAT’S SPOOKY! I’M GLAD I DON’T HAVE TO LOOK AT ME.
    HOPE THE MID-COUNTY BUNCH IS DOING SO WELL. GIVE EVERYONE OUR LOVE.
    BY THE WAY…I AM SERIOUS ABOUT YOU HAVING YOUR OWN BLOGSITE. YOU AND DON ARE SUCH ENCOURAGERS. YOUR SPIRIT WILL ONLY BLESS EVERYONE/ANYONE WHO GETS TO MEET YOU OR WHO MIGHT VISIT YOUR BLOGSITE (OH WAIT, YOU DON’T HAVE A BLOGSITE, DO YOU? YET, THAT IS.) LOVE YOU “EMPTY-NESTERS.” HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

  6. I like that boy. Don’t know him – but I like him. I think he is right on about you my friend. I think you are like Jesus. I know that you will find it difficult to accept – and your heart will need to qualify his words and my testimony; so go ahead – I love you … but I still believe the boy is right.

    I saw you standing in that dark and cold alley, knocking on their door to offer light and support to them. Isn’t that what Jesus did to that troubled man at the graveyard in the Gadarenes? I saw you wrestling, blessing, and loving those kids at camp, when you were so tired from teaching all day and barely sleeping during the night. Isn’t that what Jesus did with the children the mothers brought to him? I saw you sit with that desparate woman in East Dayton, whose son was tormented by physical and mental disorders, and offer her wise counsel and hope. Isn’t that what Jesus did when He came off the mount to rescue a tortured boy and distraught father? I saw you comfort a grieving mother, as she stood beside the coffin of her only son. Isn’t that what Jesus did for the widow at Nain? I saw you stand with a guilty one, who deserved to be stoned, but you did not condemn. Isn’t that what Jesus did for the one caught in the act? I saw you come to find me – make sure that I knew you loved me and reassure me of God’s continuing grace and purpose in my life. Isn’t that what Jesus did, when He ate breakfast with Peter and took him for a walk on the beach?

    The boy is right … and I agree with him.

    I AM SO GLAD THIS ONE DIDN’T GET SHREDDED IN A SPAM FOLDER. THANKS FOR RE-SENDING IT. THANKS FOR WRITING IT! I AM NOT SURE WHO IT IS ABOUT, BUT I WOULD LIKE TO MEET HIM. JUST READING ABOUT HIM WAS HEALTH TO MY SOUL TODAY. I LOVE THE WAY YOU SEE PEOPLE. I LOVE THE WAY YOU LOOK AT THE PAST…THE MEMORIES YOU PICK OUT AND HOLD UP TO THE LIGHT AND FIND SOME GOOD THING THERE.
    IF I EVER LOSE MY BRAIN, AND BEGIN TO COMPLAIN TO GOD THAT HE WAS UNFAIR TO ME IN THIS LIFE…DIDN’T GIVE ME A GOOD ENOUGH CHANCE. ALL HE WOULD HAVE TO DO IS SHOW ME THE CROSS OF HIS SON! IF I WERE EVER TO WHINE THAT HE DIDN’T GIVE ME A WONDERFUL FAMILY LIKE OTHERS HAD. ALL HE WOULD HAVE TO DO IS SHOW ME MY WIFE, MY CHILDREN, THEIR MATES AND MY GRANDDAUGHTERS. AND IF I WERE TO EVER COMPLAIN THAT HE DIDN’T ALLOW ME TO KNOW A TRUE FRIEND ALONG MY WAY. ALL HE WOULD HAVE TO DO, IS MENTION YOU. MY COMPLAINING WOULD DIE THE MISERABLE DEATH IT DESERVED.
    THANKS FOR THINKING GOOD THINGS OF ME…FOR SEEING GOOD IN ME. IT HELPS ME SO, WHEN SUCH IS NOT MY OWN EXPERIENCE.
    I LOVE YOU, PARTNER.

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