“Hey, … Hey, you know what?” came the question. I turned to look at my granddaughter’s face that had recently been focused on her new stuffed rabbit and the two crazy dogs threatening the rabbit’s safety.
“What?” I asked as she looked at me. I figured the question would have something to do with the presents she had recently opened. This year was fun. At three, she grasped the receiving side of Christmas and loved opening presents and enjoyed asking parents, grandparents and uncles for help unwrapping the tricky ones.
“I love you!” Came her reply. For a three-year-old who grasped the getting, she sure knew how to give.
With a lump in my throat, and maybe, just maybe, a small tear in the corner of my eye, I managed an “I Love you too” as a response. It was a gift without paper or bows. Given without pretense or expectation. A gift, given by a child, that had left a grown man speechless.
As I woke up the next day with the most precious of gifts still fresh in my mind, I found myself looking ahead to the coming year. In front of me lay all the things that needed fixing and all the relationships that needed care. I felt a familiar feeling. I was overwhelmed by the responsibility of it all, and aware of the disappointment others must have felt because I have failed more than succeeded in this effort called pastoring.
And yet I am nothing if not tenacious. As I planned the next steps to fix everything that was broken, and with promises made of trying harder, I heard …
“Hey, … Hey, you know what?”
“What?” I timidly asked him. I figured the question would have something to do with the lists of tasks I had bouncing around in my head, assuming I had missed something important. So I prepared for the correction I knew I deserved all the while hoping he would be merciful.
“I love You!” Came His reply. For the Eternal who uses the earth as his footstool, I expected something far less personal, much more task-oriented.
With a lump in my throat, and maybe, just maybe a small tear in the corner of my eye, I managed an “I love you too,” as a response.
Two gifts, neither found under a tree, were more than I could have dreamed of, and everything I needed. A little girl and a very big God reached into the heart of a man and, in three words, melted it. Those three words uttered by someone who was just beginning her life and another who had no beginning reminded me again that I am never defined by the successes or the failures of any job. I am defined by those who know me and the One who made me.
If you have already mapped out next year vowing to fix all that is wrong in your corner of the world; If you have already promised the God you serve to be better
Hey,.. hey, you know what?…