I haven't written alot or much for some time now. I have just had three cups of coffee, and have been reading and praying for the last hour or so. completely relaxed and yet filled with so much caffeine that my hands that normally have a slight tremor are now doing the electric slide.
I've begun to think about my life and how I read sitting here.
I am someone who gets lost in books. Lost enough that I could regularly escape to them if need be. Lost enough to call out of work so I could have the new release and read all 1000 pages. I think getting lost in books is wonderful. I always seem to find my favorite charachter in the story quite easily, and constantly compare myself to them, or even liken myself to them. The bible has always been the easiest book for me to do this.
My favorite charachters are Jesus, David, Paul, John, Peter, Daniel,etc....the classics.
I long to become a man with a heart like David, a man who hears God like Daniel, a man who has the faith of the centurion, a man who is strong like Peter, a man who is wise like Solomon, etc.
However, those goals in mind, I find myself all too often reading the word of God and discovering something else entirely. For example, some days I discover that I have run from God, and that I am more like the prodigal son than a David. Some days I discover I am like the oldest son, and am jealous when God blesses someone undeserving. There have been days in my life, years even, when what looked like faithfulness was really me in my sheep costume, the one where I am a wolf wearing the wool. The one where I am the man who Isaiah refers to when he says, "men who honor God with their lips, and not their lives".
I am constantly finding myself being the one you don't want to be in Jesus' parables, or worse, nothing like the one you really want to be. I have been the man who walks by the hurting and doesn't stop. I have been the man who hides his talent in the ground. I have been the worker in the field who complains about the everyone being rewarded. I have been the disciple who stands in the presence of a risen Lord and still doubts. I have run , and I have denied him. I have been someone who refuses to sell everything and follow. If I was an architect, I've built my house (life) on sand. I have been like Peter when he began to sink in the water. I have I have been blind to my pride like Sampson. This could be longer.
"I love you Son," ; "Time to end that mess Son". I'm the little kid C.S. Lewis is talking about....playing in the mud, when I could have a day at the sea, and thats what the Lord is saying.
The third great awakening in my life is at hand. The age when I do what I was created for ; the age when I follow through. No more games, no more fleeces. God's faithfulness and love and promises and enduring patience, and his longsuffering, and his message and his forgiveness and his mission have been revealed to me for a purpose. I am now more sure than ever than who I want to be in the parable.
I want to be the man who sold everything he had for the Pearl of Great Price. I want to be considered foolishly in love with my Master. I want a day at the sea.