She stopped me in the hallway on Sunday morning. “Can I stop by this week?” she asked. “I think I just need a reminder of what I’m doing.”
I’ve known her for awhile. She’s working hard to apply her understanding of what it means to follow Jesus in the many parts of her life.
She knows and lives out the basics of following. She has acted out the story of God’s forgiveness by being immersed in a pond. She has learned to talk with God about a variety of things. She has read 2 Corinthians out loud. She has looked for ways to serve others, to grow in trusting and in trustworthiness.
But she knows that from time to time she needs a review of the bigger picture. When she thinks, “Give me one good reason to keep doing all this,” she finds that reason in the marquee story of a God and a death and resurrection and a cast of billions, an eternal story which is being lived out right now, by you and me and my friend.
I understand her need for both context and connection, for the view from 30,000 feet and the view in the mirror. I am fine with knowing that you cover the 13.1 miles of a half-marathon one step at a time, but I sometimes need to know that there is a finish line and this is how to get there.
I need to review the basics.
In his last letter to Timothy, Paul gave a simple summary: “Remember Jesus Christ, raised from the dead, descended from David. This is my gospel, for which I am suffering even to the point of being chained like a criminal. But God’s word is not chained.”
“I’d be glad to talk,” I said. “Remind me to tell you a story.”