On this beautiful Monday evening, beneath the rhythms of the song playing through my iTunes playlist, I can faintly hear the quiet sounds of night as it envelopes what was a fantastic day. My room is a mess, it could really use a good cleaning, but instead, I am here on the computer, chatting with some people, listening to music and breezing through amazon.com.
As I was looking, I was thinking, “I should buy some of these books because they will help me be better at my job.” For those of you new to this blog or who may not know me, I’m a pastor. I work everyday with the sole purpose of leading people into a growing relationship with Jesus Christ. That is my job, that is my life, it is my mission. I work in an organization that reaches out to a young generation of teenagers in desperate need of hope and someone to trust them and point them to a Creator that not only knows them, exactly where they are, but loves them without a single prerequisite on our part.
I don’t know if you’ve ever had these moments where something “clicks” in you. Like something you’ve always known you’ve known, but you don’t keep in the front of your mind. Today, after our Memorial Day cookout and dessert, my sister and I heard some music plink-plunking down the street. We both immediately knew what it was, it was an ice cream truck driving around our area. We ran inside, got some cash and ran back outside to get ourselves some good ‘ol fashion ice cream treats from a truck. I remember the feeling when I was kid, looking up at what them seemed to be a massive wall of selections. All of which would make my tastebuds dance. I chose the blue-raspberry screwball today. (You know, every one has a gumball at the bottom). Somehow when something clicks, it’s like that feeling you get when you experience something you haven’t experienced in a while. It’s something old, revealed in a new way.
I had a moment like that this evening.
As I was looking at all these titles of books that I was thinking I should read that would help make me better at my job, I got this feeling. Like my Spirit was being talked to, deep in my soul.
I was being asked this question. “Why would you need those books to do your job better? Why don’t you just love people more?”
That’s pretty much how it happened too, not a lot of pomp and circumstance, not some huge “AHA!” or light shining down through my ceiling. It was pretty simple, really. “Why don’t you just love people more?”
I immediately felt like I was almost wasting my time looking at books that had to do with business tips and biographies about successful business men. How would these help me love people?
I know how to love people.
How well am I doing when it comes to loving people?
I need to do better at loving people.
One thing I absolutely need to do is see myself the way my Creator sees me, because He loves me more than I love me. And if I can see how He loves me, then I will see how I can love OTHERS better.
I’m a flawed human being. By flawed, I mean…I mess up a lot. I sin. I screw up. I fail.
And if a God can love me through all of my screw ups, sins, doubts, fears, failures, short comings, stupid choices and awful consequences, I really have a great example of what it means to love others.
How well do you love people? How are people loving you?
How are you doing at letting other people love you?
The Bible says that God is love.
Period. What else needs said?