I am a motorcycle rider.
A few weeks ago I was cut off by a young woman in a car. She pulled directly in front of me to pull into a parking lot on my side. I was forced to brake so hard, that I hurt my wrists and popped my shoulder. It was a moment where I was blessed that I had just left some place to get to another. I was blessed probably that her car was red and I do not “trust” red cars. My thinking was correct.AS she blitzed in front of me she waved with one hand, while talking on her cell phone. Inches separated us.
Why do people drive the way they do? Why do they think not of the motorcycle driver? Why is it that despite my bike being “bigger than her car”, she still chooses to cut me off? Okay the last part is a stretch, but I drive a 1,000 pound motorcycle with bright lights and it is orange!
So, as I began to think through the deal itself the Lord popped into my mind thoughts of just how did the Jerusalem public, the religious leaders and all of those people miss the fact that this was the Messiah? How do we miss that which is in plain sight? How did the two men on the road to Emmaus miss out on who was walking with them? How did the woman with the issue of blood get past the crowd, past the disciples and touch the hem of Jesus’ robe?
If you believe God is close by (even living in you) or that He is at hand and that revelation is simply the exposure of that which is here, (Close Encounters of the God Kind) then my question I ask of myself, is HOW MUCH AM I MISSING? What am I missing? I am not freaking out about it, but how many angels have stepped aside in my distracted state? How many missed opportunities because of distractions? And how much have I endangered others and their spiritual lives by my actions?
There in our lives has been a “red car” approach at times. That missing. I never want to be that person. I am not talking about “missing” God but missing the opportunity to see Him glorified. Seeing the “wow’s” of God in lives. Many times we choose from comfort or from doubt, rather than from relationship or His will in our lives.
It is time to ask the Lord to reveal Himself and be ready and waiting for His appearance. So often in my life it is the subtlety of His coming that puts me in awe rather than the fireworks of His appearance. Do not misunderstand me, I like fireworks, but so frequently what I may consider a firework is not as far reaching as the undulating times with Him in His presence. It is in those moments we see the power of Sonship. In those times the goodness of God is increasing, changing communities and regions.
When I spend time picking up rocks, looking at flowers I never doubt the reality of the Creator. The more time we spend feasting on Him, the less time we spend missing out on Him.
I was thinking last night that many of the people I know live as servants and not as sons. Live beneath the expectation and ability He has bestowed upon them. They wait for the visit of the Master instead of walking as He walked. He has given us the “office” of His anointing. He has seated us in place with Him. No need to wonder. Our distractions often are from our misunderstanding of our position. It is His grace that is operative through our lives.
I do not want to miss an opportunity for an encounter with Him.