While I was working through my one word
I realised afresh that Jesus asked a lot of questions.
He didn’t hand out too many tomes of apologetics
Or colour-coded maps with seven easy steps to proper beliefs.
He said things like
“Come follow me.”
people just dropped everything
and did it.
(You learn a lot by living with someone.)
He asked questions requiring great reflection,
inviting discussion because
“Who do you say I am?”
The frequent question Jesus asked
of blind beggars and mothers and disciples
(And so probably me) (and probably you)
is a bit stunning in its simplicity.
“What do you want me to do for you?”
At first all I can think is how
This is my Jesus – generous, humble, loving.
I see blind beggars crying out for mercy and sight
I know that there are mothers grieving that would say
“Give me my child back.”
And there are others soul-hungry for some change
or peace or love or even just a good night’s sleep.
He always asks these questions that
make me look deep and draw deep and
feel uncomfortable and then I realise
I’m wrestling and questioning, praying and seeking,
wondering what is the deepest cry of my heart
my deepest need,
and that is probably exactly what He wanted.
What do you want me to do for you?
What would I say?
If He was standing here
(I kind of picture him with very kind brown eyes)
And he asked me, What do you want me to do for you?”
What would I say to such a generous question?
My heart’s first response is only this:
“Can I just be with you?”
Linked up with beloved Emily at imperfect prose.