Today's post is an excerpt from a collection of stories I hope will become a book proposal. The collection is intended for anyone who may struggle to connect with the humanity in Jesus. I'd love to hear your feedback.
This human body! How can they bear it? It stumbles and grumbles, and rarely does what it is told to do. This human frame screams for air and space. How can I leave them? How can I stay? Shall this frail body convulse into the sea and drown?”
His frustration turns to fear, finally blooming into joyous relief.
“Oh Father, please forgive my short-sightedness and faint heart. You always provide a way of escape. They mistake my laughter of surprise and relief for rejection of their greatest longings. If only they knew that I can only minister to them when I allow you to minister to me.
How did I not see the boats before? How did I overlook their tired and troubled faces? Forgive me again, Father, for forgetting there is no such thing as coincidence. We are all here at the same time to serve your purpose.”
The dialog in his heart and mind never ceased. It was only through the constant conversation that he was able to complete the task he had been given by the Father.
“Simon, do you mind if I sit in your boat for a while? The shore seems to be running out of room before the crowd runs out of needs. Don’t worry, I’m just going to sit here and chat with the people for a bit.”
“How do you know my name? Why do you want to sit in my boat when there are many along the shore? Do I know you?” asked Simon, words and caution tumbling out together.
“You don’t know me yet, Simon, but sit with me and rest a while. I know you are tired and frustrated from the long night of fishing with no fish to show. It will be alright. Just sit and rest for now.”
“How can I sit and rest when there’s work to be done? Why do you laugh at me?”
“Simon, my laughter comes from knowing our heavenly Father longs to give us rest and comfort while our human brains resist him. I’m laughing at myself as well. Please, Simon, you will understand soon. For now, sit, feel the gentle waves as you listen to them lap against the shore.”
“Father, there must be a big plan for this stubborn man. Thank you for giving him into my charge. As I seek and minister to his needs, I pray that he will learn how to seek and minister to the needs of those around him.
They are still there. There with the water grabbing for their cloaks and washing their feet. They are still longing, still hoping I will satisfy that deepest longing and hoping I can wash away the sin and guilt of their souls.
Thank you, Father! Thank you for loving them. Thank you for trusting me with your children. You are amazing and delightful, and ever encompassing with love. Use me now to pour out your loving, cleansing words to your children!”