8.01.2018

"Please! Let's go HOME!"

When I was in North Carolina with my college roommate during the spring, we had a discussion that sounded exactly like the conversations we engaged in while sharing a dorm room 25 years ago. The topic? Faithfulness and consistency in reading the Bible. And we asked the same questions we asked decades ago. Why, when we know how beneficial, wonderful, encouraging, and life-changing it is to be in the Word every day, do we neglect it? Why is it so easy to neglect it? Why can't we be more disciplined? <deep sighs>

Thankfully, we are no longer silly 18-year-old college girls who will justify anything and make ridiculous excuses for disobedience. We are middle-aged women who know there are no excuses for disobedience other than sin. Every day our Bibles sit on the shelf unopened is because we choose not to read them. Every day we rely on our own ways and our own understanding instead of trusting in and waiting on God is because we choose not to pray. Every day that goes by without a deeper understanding and knowledge of Scripture is because we choose not to meditate on the truths of the words written within.

So we should not wonder why we are frustrated, exhausted, feeling helpless, confused, or without direction. We choose to be! The moment we drop the anchor that holds us fast to the Rock of all ages, we are going to drift, bob, and roll as we are tossed about in the sea of selfishness and sin. And the only remedy is to fix our eyes on the Rock and swim toward it with every ounce of energy we possess until we reach it, and then, we must cling to it until our fingers go numb. For the Rock never moves. It is never buried beneath the waves. It is always visible, always stable, always secure. Always available. Our God never leaves us or forsakes us.

But we forsake Him. Instead of keeping our gaze fixed on Him, we break eye contact. We look around instead. We compare and despair. We walk away. Sometimes we run. We try things "our way" for a change because our way seems best. But we hear Him calling. We know He is there, for He is always there. But we know if we look back we will not be able to resist His gaze. We will not be able to resist His outstretched arms or His tender expression of love. So we steel our will and continue to look the other way. We keep moving, in the wrong direction. We pretend it's all fine. We pretend we are happy. We have control now, don't we? And it feels good. For a time. Until we fail. Small failings, large failings, somewhere in between. We can't fix it. We are tired. We are embarassed. We want to go home. Where He is waiting. But our pride screams, "No! Get cleaned up first. You can't let Him see you like this!" So we stay in the darkness longer, thinking we can hide our filth and our scars, not realizing that His eyes pierce through the blackest of nights, and He sees every detail. He wants to see every detail. He knows us. He knows our ugliness, our weaknesses, our foulest of sins. He knows. Yet He calls out, "Come." Because He loves us. He doesn't want us to wait until we are clean and presentable, He just wants us to come HOME.

Will we?
Will we drop everything, including our pride, to run into the waiting arms of the Father?
The Father who knows everything we have ever done. Everything we have ever said. Everything we have ever thought.
And loves us despite it all.
Will we come?
Will we, like the prodigal son, confess our sin and seek forgiveness from the only One who can offer complete redemption and restoration?
Will we let Him rejoice over us with dancing because we were lost, but now, we are found?
But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.
“The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’
“But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate. Luke 15


Will we choose the Savior over selfishness and pride so we no longer need to stumble lonely and blind in the wilderness?
For no matter how far we have strayed, He is always waiting for us - to come HOME.



Come out of sadness from wherever you've been
Come broken-hearted, let rescue begin
Come find your mercy, oh sinner come near
Earth has no sorrow that heaven can't heal
Earth has no sorrow that heaven can't heal

Lay down your burdens, lay down your shame
All who are broken, lift up your face
Oh wanderer come home, you're not too far
So lay down your hurt, lay down your heart
Come as you are

There's hope for the hopeless and all those who've strayed
Come sit at the table, come taste the grace
There's rest for the weary, rest that endures
Earth has no sorrow that heaven can't cure

So lay down your burdens, lay down your shame
All who are broken, lift up your face
Oh wanderer come home, you're not too far
So lay down your hurt, lay down your heart
Come as you are
Come as you are
Fall in His arms
Come as you are

There's joy for the morning, oh sinner be still
Earth has no sorrow, that heaven can't heal
Earth has no sorrow, that heaven can't heal

So lay down your burdens, lay down your shame
All who are broken, lift up your face
Oh wanderer come home, you're not too far
So lay down your hurt, lay down your heart
Come as you are

Come as you are
Come as you are
Come as you are

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