It is with great humility, if there is such a thing, and even a bit of reluctance that I make this small offering of words. What you will find in this blog is the story of my journey with Jesus and my journey with others, at least up until this point. I turned forty this year. One truth I have discovered is that the more I learn about Jesus, the more I realize I don’t know. He’s always bigger. I keep getting smaller, but I think that’s a good thing. In the process I know he is transforming me more and more into his likeness. Paul wrote that he is faithful to finish what he started, that he will carry on His work in us until its completion. And in this I am confident.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Hunger

There is a growing number of people that I get to know who are marked by a hunger for Jesus; a hunger for intimacy with him. They aren't interested in a far away, theological theory, idea, or doctrine, but a near, compassionate, available, loving Father. An "Abba" not a doctrine, though there is a place for that--but further down on the list.  We hunger for a loving Father who will not give us a rock or a snake when we ask for bread or fish. Who will call us by name and dine with us over a charcoal fire on the lake shore. A Father who will break bread with us. This is what we want and are hungry for: to be in his presence and to hear about the primary things, so we can remember that there is only one thing needed (Luke 10:38-42). And to remember the first and only question that matters: "Do you love me?" (John 21)

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