I don’t like going places. Seriously. I struggle to meet up with friends for dinner or breakfast or coffee when they want to go somewhere out of my comfort radius. If they want to meet somewhere downtown or where parallel parking is my only option, I will kindly opt out of that endeavor. I’m getting better about this, and expanding my radius of acceptable places to visit, but I still hesitate to go into unfamiliar territory.
But God didn’t have those reservations when we came to rescue us. He doesn’t protest when we’re in trouble today and cry out to him. He doesn’t stand back and analyze our situation before intervening.
I can’t follow you into addiction.
I’m not going to meet you in your family’s dysfunction.
I’m not going near the years of abuse.
I steer clear of your heart issues.
No way! God chases us down and is willing to meet us in the hardest, darkest, most painful parts of our lives to comfort and redeem and heal.
I’m so incredibly grateful that God doesn’t have stipulations on how far his grace will go. What about you?
Last week, we talked about the relentless pursuit of God for his kids, if you haven’t had a chance to read the post, you can do so here. Today, I want to dive into a different way of looking at that famous passage where Jesus promises to leave the 99 in search of the one.
“So he told them this parable: “What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he has lost one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the open country, and go after the one that is lost, until he finds it? And when he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders, rejoicing. And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and his neighbors, saying to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep that was lost.’ Just so, I tell you, there will be more…
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