Let’s become more like Jesus. What would Jesus do? What would Jesus say? How would Jesus think? Let’s all become more like Jesus! I love this song …
Day By Day – Godspell (2001)
“See thee more clearly. Love thee more dearly. Follow thee more nearly.”
I was lost in awe. Mark – Matthew – Matthew – Mark – back and forth – forth and back. Peas in a pod, identical twins, same words almost. Was it 24 or 36 hours that He and I Worded together … ?
I so love moments like this – extended moments. Back and forth. Again and again. Seeing the “two witnesses” giving evidence. Bringing truth to me right here and now: The parable to open (different but the same). The debate (the same). The follow-up trap (the same). The “get your heads right” (the same).
More and more like Jesus. In moments like this – I morph more and more into “Jesus” – become more and more “God” – rejoice in my surrender – conjoin and enjoin – seek Oneness – embrace Unity – become I am of I Am in Oneness. It is Joyous!
Ecstasy (is that the word?) … ecstasy! Let’s ALL become more like Jesus. What would Jesus do? What would Jesus say? How would Jesus think? Yay Lord, here I am! Make me You! I am ready! I desire it! I want it! I will be You if You allow!! And this morning …
I heard Him sigh.
And I followed the sound. He was sitting. Looking out. Quiet. Still. I looked where He looked. And He showed me a different place. A dark place. I sat with Him in silence and saw what He saw …
“No one could say a word in reply, and from that day on no one dared to ask him any more questions.”
“And from then on no one dared ask him any more questions.”
And He sighed again. Such a deep sigh. His eyes moist …
”I love questions, Paul, I love questions.”
The crowds love Him. The Pharisees and Sadducees feared Him. We adore Him. We worship Him. We fear Him. We venerate Him. We mystify Him. We wrap Him up in bubblewrap in case we break Him, chip Him, damage Him. This idol we call “God”.
This morning He looked me in the eye. Held my chin so gently. He came close. His breath on my face. Moist and damp. Sweet and warm.
”I do not want “mini-me’s”, Paul. Mini-me’s think they ARE Me – mini-me’s stop asking questions.”
And I “knew” in this moment.
My loving Father birthed me. And yes, I so hope there are similarities, the same DNA, the source connected in me and through me. But … He “created me” to be “me”. Not “Him” – not a clone. He looked me in the eye this morning …
“That old “got it” verse you all rattle off to each other: “ No one comes to the Father but through me” … ?
Paul, know this (because they stopped asking Me years ago): “No one comes to Me … but through you.”
So please let them ask you. Please ask each other. Allow each other to be wrong … to be right .. to be confused … to be “you” (and no one else). Why … ? Because it is THE ONLY WAY you will teach each other to ASK ME as well.
Because the ONLY way to Me – is through (each of) you.”
And then He gave me an image …
An empty dead universe. Silent. Dark. Alone. He waits. He waits for me and you. He has been waiting a long time. Alone.
I have to say that as I type this out – my eyes are moist and there is a great sigh within me. Am I enough for Him … ? All this “just me being curious”. All this “love is the answer, now what’s the question”. All this “there is no us and them”. All of the “is this what He really wants of me?” Is that really enough?
Today my God Soft Hands Jesus said simply this:
“Yes Paul, you ARE (each) “enough””