Tuesday, 16 September 2014
When people clustered around, wondering who Jesus was, I did not think I was among them.
They are the others, those doubters.
Yet like so much of life, it is crowded on the moral high-ground and if I'm honest the question comes back at time.
Is He or isn't He?
It is the question for every hour. For every troubled time. And funny, but it occurs to me that the question also becomes the answer. The answer I prod myself with when my mind wanders to worry.
In forgiveness, can you do it? Well, is He forgiveness or isn't He?
In love, are you consistent? Well, is He lover or isn't He?
In courage, do my knees buckle? Well Olivia, is He Lord or isn't He?
Because if He is Jesus the Messiah, then He is Jesus the King and He alone can strengthen and comfort and love and encourage.
Does it feel like His arms are really just rushing wind as you fall? I will not argue...but I can ask.
Is He or isn't He the one who can catch you?
Then wait awhile. He is there.