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.