I wish I were a poet
Then maybe I could fully capture the feeling of fullness; the sense of closeness to Christ while I’m alone in nature and a squirrel eyes me overhead, probably wanting my potato chips. The ducks swim back and forth looking for the plentiful minnows; the wind lightly releasing leaves from the trees and falling down into my open book.
I wish I were a musician
Then maybe I could portray a sense of the beauty of God; to audibly depict the love I have for Him. And to possibly more perfectly express my thankfulness for His mercy. To give Him an offering worthy of His grandeur.
I wish I knew Aramaic
The type Jesus spoke. Then maybe I could communicate more fully with Him; I could perhaps have better definitions and better knowledge with which to portray my love for Him.
I wish I could be more wealthy
Then maybe I could give God more money. I could do great things for Him with more money, and I could pursue a career in missions without financial worries.
I wish I were a philosopher
Then maybe I could better understand love. Maybe I could even love better. And be able to find a good reason for the pain in life.
I wish for an end to pain
An end to weeping, heartache, evil, and suffering. An end to doubt. Then maybe there would be more goodness, and existence would be peaceful. And perfection, normal. Maybe then, hurting would always be replaced with love.
But
What if I
don’t need to be a poet, or even a musician, to tell of God’s fullness to the world. What if My life can reflect the very essence of Christ, even had I been born without a voice.
What if I
don’t need to know Aramaic; I can communicate with Jesus, for He is not bound by language. He understands even (perhaps especially) the inaudible groans, cries, and praises of my heart.
What if I
don’t need to be wealthy. I can give my time - indeed - my very life for the cause of Christ.
What if I
don’t need to be a philosopher; and don’t need to know a reason for pain, but can find comfort , and - indeed - hope in Christ. And what if Christ, through His work in our lives, will teach us the ways of love from the very Source itself.
And what if the
end of pain will come; God promises it. And what if it won’t come only to the poets, musicians, Aramaic-speaking, or wealthy people. It will come to those redeemed by Christ; who accept that He calls us His very own children. Those who revere Him; accept the sacrifice He made for us, and give up their very lives for Him. Those whose souls (mind, heart, and appetites) are committed to Christ.
Indeed, that fact is what I am resting in.
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