Where did you come to know me?

That old life question: “Is the glass half full or half empty?” question. The answer indicating your approach to life. An optimist or a pessimist. Black or white. Good or bad. Victim or predator. All of that simplistic stuff we love.

And then I heard an alternative answer: “It’s whatever I want it to be.” And then the explanation …

That whatever is in the glass is not static. Nor is it someone else’s decision. It is my decision. I choose either to watch others fill “my glass” – or I fill and empty my glass with what I choose. I determine what and when and how much is “in my glass” from day to day.

The old question became a new question: “Do you take responsibility for your life choices?”

Yesterday GSHJ and I had a conversation and I changed a little.  My diary is still filled – but now filled with fun – a little too much “fun”.  Some daunting God Stuff deadlines “fun”.

But after we chatted yesterday, I am seeing again that my “glass” is whatever I want it to be.  And the only God Stuff allowed in my glass is fun stuff (unless I make it a burden). So I may miss a deadline or two. But my God Soft Hands Jesus waited for decades for me to commit to us. And my fun “deadlines” are there to suit a church establishment timetable. And my GSHJ seems a lot less focused on them than I am.

“When Jesus saw Nathanael coming towards him, he said of him, ‘Here is truly an Israelite in whom there is no deceit!’ Nathanael asked him, ‘Where did you come to know me?’ Jesus answered, ‘I saw you under the fig tree before Philip called you.’ Nathanael replied, ‘Rabbi, you are the Son of God! You are the King of Israel!’ Jesus answered, ‘Do you believe because I told you that I saw you under the fig tree? You will see greater things than these.’ And he said to him, ‘Very truly, I tell you, you will see heaven opened and the angels of God ascending and descending upon the Son of Man.’ “ John 1:47-51

Where did you come to know me?  Isn’t that it?

To be known – to be loved even though we are known? Every last blemish … every last imperfection we squirm over at night … every strength we imagine we have … every skill we refine with pride and pleasure … every deadline we excuse ourselves from … To be known in the minuteae – and still be loved without condition!

Surely that is “it”?  Isn’t that what we all desire from one special person – while we search for that person – while we try all the “do this and you will be perfect” fads and fashion stuff?

Yesterday I had fun with Work Stuff.

A particular problem that was either “half-full or half-empty” problem. Work is like that a lot. So I approached this problem with a “fun” approach.  Honest answer?

Nothing much changed. There was no “magic solution”. Other than everything changed.  This work problem remains exactly as it was. And how we (work) deal with it is exactly as it was.  Except “it” is no longer a problem.  It is now so minor (like “insignificant-minor”) it is no longer a “problem”. And to explain why would take several paragraphs.  Unnecessary paragraphs.

Because I know something like that has happened to each of us at some point –

That what seemed insurmountable and insoluble suddenly became okay, became almost “normal”, became safe. I know that each one of us will have known that weird and wonderful transformation – when danger became non-danger – became okay – and became safe – all without anything changing at all – except by everything “changing”.

Make life fun again! Dwell in me and I in you. Always! That is how we connect. And that is how you connect with others. Anywhere and everywhere.

Some people pay loads for counseling, for therapy, for the latest how to be happy fad. I have in earlier years.  And now I have found something that costs me nothing. Not any money, nor any personal “burden”.  I call Him God Soft Hands Jesus.  He calls me “friend”.  And as I sit here looking into His loving gaze, I wonder this …

Why does the established church preach “heaven” and “reward” so much of the time? Why are we taught to invest in an after-life through the burden of living in this life?  Why are we taught to be IN this world but not OF it (unless through mission and outreach – obviously) – and all because “they” have not been saved and “we” have … ?

Yesterday I was amongst human beings at work. And I have no idea if they were saved or unsaved. I have no idea if they thought I was saved or unsaved. But what I do know is this:

I was connecting with the goodness in others and myself yesterday. And THAT is fun.

Walk constantly with me. Smile more at the challenges we face together. Laugh more at the confusion you ALL seek to make of living. See the goodness in each. See the goodness in you. See the goodness in me.

Today my slate is wiped clean.  I have more choices to make.  Am I going to have fun or burden … anger-frustration or connect with the goodness in me – in you – and in my GSHJ … ?

And even as I write that I can hear GSHJ crashing around on the floor in hysterical laughter! Like ROTFLOL laughter!

And I am so much better for having a friend who does!


1 thought on “Where did you come to know me?

  1. I use to think like us, them. Now I think us. The difference is that we have excepted Christ as our Saviour. They have not. However I don’t think I should take a stance of Hey let’s see how many I can save this year or how many Jesus will help me save. Instead I think it’s more relevant to make lasting relationships, with the intent of having a relationship based on the fact that I am called to go and make disiples. Genuine friends that might curse, drink, or not go to church. It’s deeper than the time I have to share today. All mankind has fallen. Would we fall over the word (Jesus) and be broken thereby in need. Or will we fall and be ground to dust because we refuse the fact that we all have need. If we don’t then why Jesus? You have said many profound things in your post bro. We have many precious gifts. Pray your family had a restful and joyful vacation.

    Peace to you


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