A week has passed and I see scratched knees and bug bites. I see tired eyes and smiles. I see boys that smell of sweat and taste like salt. I see tiny hearts ready to grow because of gospel-seeds planted. Summer camp. Bathing suits and sandals. Bibles and worship. Water bottles and sunscreen. Bug spray and baseball caps. Counselors who’ve given their summer break to pour into the lives of little people, my little people, and I am forever grateful. All for one man.
Who does this for one man? A man they’ve never seen or met. A story they’ve only heard but still believe. Jesus. The one man, the only man that can turn hearts of stone into hearts of flesh. That can take broken pieces and create something whole, different but whole. That can redeem all things and make them new, even better, than before. Only one man can do this. Only Jesus. How do I know? How do these counselors know? How will my boys know?
How did Noah know the boat would be used and the rain would come? How did Abraham know baby Isaac would arrive? How did Mary know what grew in her belly would save the world? How could they believe?
Taste and see that the Lord is good. (Psalm 34:8) When you’ve had a taste of God and his goodness, you know. You know it’s worth giving up your summer break to serve. You know its worth your time to build a boat when the land is dry. You know the baby will arrive even though your wife if barren. And you know your virgin belly holds Messiah. All because you have tasted of God. And it tastes good.
I was playing Bethel music this week and the lyrics brought me to tears. The intimacy and love towards God in the words broke me. There is great closeness to be had between us and God. The Spirit of God in us lets us know we are his children and gives us the ability to cry out “Abba, Papa.” (Galatians 4:6) Why was I crying over these lyrics? Why was I moved to tears? Because so many of God’s children do not know he is good, do not know he is Papa. Do not know the Spirit inside them that is longing to be used. He is in tears over this too.
Some of us spend our days knowing we made it into heaven but things end there. We might never know his heart for us or for the world. We might never give God a break or a boat or a baby or a belly simply because we love him. We might never give him anything of ourselves and that is a tragedy. Because God is so good at giving to us. He gave us everything, his sweet Jesus. His precious child, he gave freely. He gave so we might live, so we might taste his goodness and his heartbeat and know it taste good.
All we have to do is ask. Ask for more, ask to know him like the lyrics of these songs, ask to have a heart that is moved to give, ask to change, to experience Abba, to believe. To taste and see…..
“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.” Matthew 7:7