I have always had this dream of running from the cops. Not the dream while I’m sleeping kind, but the awkward desire while traveling the road and a cop pull’s up behind me at a red light and I just want to hit the gas and leave him in the dust, then throw a hand out the window and wave as he spins out in anger to give chase… cutting in and out of traffic, sirens blaring, engines screaming as we parade through town. I am constantly throwing things out the window to detour his pursuit. I zig and zag while dashing through mud puddles and barely missing the senseless pedestrian who should know to move … Real Smokey and the bandit kind of stuff… The cop finally retires his attempts to capture me realizing that I’m just too fast, too much of a bandit to be tamed by any law. Then the light turns green and I stop dreaming. I creep forward praying to God that the nice officer behind me doesn’t give me a ticket for the absence of a taillight. The dream has ended and the reality of his authority rest heavy on me until he passes. He turns off a side road and I breathe relief.
I want, in an attempt at being transparent to bring you a realistic version of this story. We as people have a beautiful Creator. He speaks and the stars burn at attention to His glory, mountains tremble and knees bow. This same creator saw humanity in a state of wickedness and total depravity and being moved with compassion towards us He wrapped Himself in a tabernacle of flesh, dwelt among His own creation and suffered the most gruesome death known to man. With that single act He began to pursue us with an all-satisfying, never-ending, uncontainable love. He humbled Himself and has been chasing us with love and forgiveness ever since. The crazy thing is that as people we are constantly running here and there looking for the next thrill, the next emotional or physical fill up and then we’re off again. All the while the God of all creation is pursuing us. Reminding us that to Him we are beautiful, that we are worth forgiving, worth the cross. We know all this but still choose to run our own way. We are throwing faults and failures in His path trying to detour Him. We make a million excuses why He shouldn’t love us, why he shouldn’t call us. We swerve into this relationship or that activity trying to “do our own thing” all the while He is pursing. Constant and inescapable, relentless and unconditional His love is calling to you and I, beckoning that we would surrender our will to Him. He pursues through all we have thrown in His path to say I love you…I am here.
His grace has become so much more beautiful when I saw Him not only as Savior, but also pursuer.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
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