The Gift of Time
As the recent Christmas season rapidly approached upon us, I was contemplating a special gift for a few very special people in my life. Each of them walk a fine line between believing in God, but not. Simply put, they are lukewarm. My heart continues to be heavy, aching for them.
As I pondered them in prayer, I began to think about God’s active presence in my own life. You see, I do not believe in God because it is cool to believe in Him, nor because He is somehow my magical genie – both being statements I have been accused of by non-believers. To the contrary, I believe in God because He has made Himself known to me over and over again. For over two and a half decades, He has made Himself real and known through countless situations that are beyond the scope of coincidence.
Thinking about His active presence, I found myself longing for these dear ones. I wondered if they would make a decision if they, too, witnessed His active presence in their own lives. This is where it all began…
Through much prayer, I made the decision to give them each the gift of time for Christmas. The gift of my time spent in prayer specifically for them. You see, I know that God knit them together in their mother’s womb. I know that He knows them by name and He knows the numbers of hairs on their head. I know that He cares deeply about them and about every finite detail of their lives. I know that He provides for them and protects them, in ways that they do not know. I know that He longs to commune with them and have relationship with them. I know these things because the inerrant Word of God says so. But I also know that it is not enough for me to know these things, they need to know them.
I thought about our life here on the Colorado prairie. We have an amazing unobstructed 360º view that includes multiple mountain ranges and the ability to witness sunrises as well as sunsets each and every day. We get to live our daily lives on the canvas of God’s creative and breathtaking handiwork. Unfortunately, we often have to spend our time carefully looking at our feet with each step we take because we live in the natural habitat for the Colorado prairie rattlesnake. Although we may go days, week, or even months, without seeing a single one, it is a frightening and sobering experience to find one in your path.
Despite rarely seeing rattlesnakes, we have developed humbling respect for them. We know they are there. Not seeing them does not in any way mean that we are safe to run through the fields with our chins held high as we fly a kite. Year round, when the temperatures are warm enough for us to throw on some shorts and enjoy the warmth of the sun, we are aware that we need to be cognizant of our surroundings. It has become a way of life for us, one that we have simple accepted. We know they are there and we give them space when we see them.
It is not normal (or even comfortable) for me to compare our Lord and Savior with a serpent, but this picture accurately depicts the fact that we are well aware of the presence of snakes in our midst here in our surroundings, even when they are not readily visible. The Lord, too, is present at all times, even when His presence is not recognized.
It is with this humbling reality that I prayed for a way to share with these precious people in my life that He is unceasingly actively present in their life. I prayed for a way to be a light, to be able to illuminate His light, for them to see and witness exactly that.
If you have someone in your own life that you desire to witness the active presence of the Lord, then stay tuned… I will share with you how I am doing just that. Better yet, join me on this journey!