The morning after

You make a new commitment. You watch a friend die. You finally decide. You screw up. You get the award. You finish the book. You make the call. You answer the call. You finish. You start. You can’t figure it out. You didn’t get to sleep. You won. You lost.

Then it’s the next morning.

The success is dulled. The commitment, foggy. The future seems permanently distant, unaffected by whatever you might do today.

If this doesn’t sound familiar,  go refill your coffee and get on to your day. Don’t even waste time here.

If, however, you are reading this and you know exactly what I’m talking about (and you, at least do), do what Jesus did one morning.

The night before had been wonderful, powerful, exciting. People heard that Jesus was staying at Peter’s house. Everyone brought an illness or a demon for Jesus’ autograph. “Heal my mom,” they said. “Keep my brother from being thrown into the fire,” they said.

He did.

In a foreshadowing of the Best Buy parking lot on the Friday after Thanksgiving, people slept in a line outside the door, waiting to get the Magic Healing Touch, as Seen on TV.

Early the next morning Jesus left the house. He found “alone.” He prayed.

The disciples found him. They said he’d made the big time. Word of mouth worked. He said, “We’re going to another village. I gotta tell them the good news. That’s why I’m here.”

What happened out there?

His dad reminded him that his purpose wasn’t making people happy. His success wasn’t measured in crowds. He didn’t have to solve every problem.

He simply had to do what he had come to do.

The line is long outside our doors this morning. We can do what Jesus did. Talk to his dad.

9 thoughts on “The morning after

  1. Frank Reed

    Jon – Great t have you back and let’s just say that your post is timely. I have stopped talking to my dad and it is a lonely existence. I don’t have a good reason for it other than i think I have it under control. It’s a reason but not a good one.

    Honestly, I forget He’s there. That sounds awful but I guess I am ‘telling on myself’. How can I forget that the Creator of the universe is interested in my day?

    Excuse me while I go talk to Dad. Thanks for the reminder.

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  2. Rich Dixon

    This absolutely confuses me. I understand what you’re saying, it makes perfect sense, and it makes no sense.

    So do we ignore those people outside the door and just spend the day talking to Dad? How is that “being His hands and feet” in a hurting world?

    I know–there’s no formula or simple right answer, and talking to Dad is the only way to let Him guide me.

    But there’s all those people …

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    1. Jon Swanson

      ah, but you are thinking that Dad would never say “go help those people.” It’s like having a short meeting and then going and doing, and then having a followup conversation and then going and doing.

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  3. Joseph Ruiz

    Rich I don’t think spending time alone is ignoring hurting people, I think it is the recognition that there is only so much we can do. Without the listening, renewing and refreshing we will simply be “need driven” vs God’s will driven.

    I appreciate your honesty and candor. It isn’t really black and white it’s complex and forces us to Trust in the Good Shepherd.

    Jon, good word, great reminder.
    Grace and Peace
    Joe

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  4. Maria

    Jon,

    So glad you took some time for yourself.
    And so very glad you’re back, too.
    Yesterday’s and today’s posts are wonderful. Truly.
    Thank you, and welcome back. 🙂

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