Any change you consider
moving closer to what Jesus wants, you will still experience some fear and
trembling. You will sense the fact that you have not full arrived in some kind
of perfection. But when you finally take seriously other-centered approaches to
a Christian journey, the idea of prayer takes on new meaning. No longer do you need feel you have to beg God for anything. You do not have to spend hours and hours
pleading your case. You will find God is
already doing things you want. Now, you just need to pay attention and see His
work. Your prayers take more the form of “please remember_______.” And it is
not that you think God could forget, but the remembrance is for your benefit for
growth. While you no longer live in the past, you can still discuss an issue
and talk the idea with friend Jesus. A new process and perspective have begun.
The Holy Spirit will become more of a person and friend by
letting you know that Jesus is not just some historical figure of the past but
a very present reality. You can place Him in a chair next to you and just talk
to a friend. You can also place him in the car with you as you go to a store and
get frustrated looking for that difficult parking spot.
I’m afraid you are like me in that you don’t have more than
two to three genuine friends through a lifetime. I tended to go through life
picking only one person as a close friend [safer I thought]. Of course, over
time, something controversial happens, you may lose that individual and you
will have to start all over in forming another friendship which still appears a
painful exercise. The whole process is how you may tend to shelter and guard your
self-vulnerability.
But then, a different kind of losing can happen and death becomes
a kind of wake-up call. Death comes to many living things of course. But death
of close people in your life becomes such a disrupter and makes us stop and
think. Both my parents died, not at the same time, thankfully.
Again, the Holy Spirit showed me something and I feel it was
pure grace coming from God. When my father became ill and in hospital, much
prayer occurred, but there was an issue of two things I personally wanted to
see before he went. Because I never had a close relationship with my Dad, I
always wanted to hear him call me “son” and tell me he loved me.
So,
while I was the only one in the room one night, he had gotten so nauseated he
turned to me and said, “Son. . . would
you get another nurse for me.” He didn’t like the nurse he had and wanted
another. Still, he called me SON.
Later, I could see he was losing perception,
so I went to his bedside. I clamped both my hands on his face and turned him to
look at me. I said, Dad, I love you.” He looked bewildered and I don’t know if
it was because what I said or his physical state of the moment. After a pause,
he said, “Son, I love you too.” God still does gracious things. [more]
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