Wednesday, 07 March 2012
Make Me a Mary
Ache is almost too broad a word to talk about because I ache all the time.
It rains out side, my lower back aches. I skip my morning caffeine, I get a headache. I think about getting four kids through the driving years and orthodontics and college, there’s that stomach ache again. I look at the broken world around me, and my heart aches for Home.
We all have this ache, this longing for something more—and it takes us awhile sometimes to figure out what it is we’re actually aching for.
But as the months turn to years and still I long for Jesus more each day, He’s stirring up in me a new kind of ache.
The man on the street corner begging for food. Maybe he does have his stash of cigarettes and booze, but does He have a saving knowledge of Christ?
The mom who has it all together with the big house and perfect hair and the perfect kids. Her life might look like a picture, but does she know the beautiful Truth?
That child with the messy hair and pants too short and where school might be the place he gets his best meals. Does his suffering family know the Hope of eternal riches in glory?
Perhaps more pleasing to God than this ache to be in Heaven would be an ache to reach the broken while there’s still time to do something about it.