(This repost is from January 28, 2009)
It would be so much easier to follow Jesus if he called us.
If I were at work one day and he walked by and said, “come on, follow me.”
If I were doing what I’ve spent my life preparing to do and he said, “I’ll show you how to use those skills for something meaningful.”
If I were in the middle of daily life and I looked up and could actually hear his voice with my ears and see his face with my eyes and smell whatever he smelled like.
If his invitation to do something worthwhile with my life were real and tangible.
It would be so much easier if Jesus literally said my name and said “Follow me.”
I mean, if that happened, I would never have any questions at all about what he was saying. It would always be clear.
If that happened, I would always be happy just to be close to him.
If that happened, I would be ready to tell all the people I saw at the grocery store when I was buying supplies
Hey! This food? Jesus is going to eat it. Yep. That Jesus. I know him. I’ve watched him do the most amazing stuff! I mean, paralyzed people walking. People with demons? Poof. Gone. People who are sick? Fever, gone, like that. You name it, he gets rid of it.
Hey, that cough? Come on. Let’s talk to Jesus about that. I mean, I know him. He was walking by one day and called out my name. We’re like this. In fact, we couldn’t be any closer if he lived in me. Yeah, I know. Sounds weird. But it’s like that.
If one day I really believed that Jesus actually wants me? Cared about me?
That would be so amazing.