Written on April 13, 2016.
For days we’ve been feasting upon the words spun and spoken by Jesus. Each one has become a savory morsel that bursts with flavors when allowed to linger in our hearts. In yesterday’s taste and see, I discovered a word, a delicacy that I will always put a few extra helpings of upon my plate.
Come. Come all. Come Kingdom.
Come is the promise that there is always a place for us. It is the issue of His seed that irradiates our being, shooting forth the rays of His dying and the beams of His living. Come rises like the sun on our resurrection day.
Come is His heart laid bare. Come now. Come no matter what. It is a tent spread over and the pursuit that begs us into it. Come plucks us from where we are and plants us where we can grow. So we can go. For come lingers us so it can lead us. Released, revealed, reaching. Come is uprooting and upholding. It is the pull of spring and the push of fall.
Come is the force that interrupts. The break in at our door. Come can’t be scheduled or controlled. It invites our agreement that the day of the Lord is not a box on a calendar. It is the undoing, unending. It invades our regular sequence with pregnant moments. It takes time from elusive and empty to fattened and full. Filled with His coming. The present, now, Kingdom come. Come means to arrive and go. The never beginning and unending.
Come is the place where we wrestle with wonder until we are renewed. The place where the day dawns and we realize we don’t ask for His Kingdom to come on a day of the week, but for Him to bring it into being in the every of all our days.
The come of His call has revealed and reminded me who He is.
He is the tap on my shoulder on a mountain top. He is the sparrow on a window sill in the midst of choices made by man. He is the tear I didn’t know was there, sliding down my cheek and through my lips so I can taste the salt of covenant. He is the laugh that double me over so I can see the joy set before me. His feet to follow
He is the paw the tears me open and the nail that sews me up. He is the unfolding of every word I have ever read and said.
He is the story to tell, the song to sing and the move of the dance. He is the rise and set. He is the champion of the constellations and the light of the stars. The groom and the ground. The King and the man. He is the manifestation of God humble for us and exalted by us.
He is the road travelled to the love He is of, so we can run into the open arms of Pappa. So our course is set. He is the cross laden and heavy so ours is empty and light.
He is everything good and beautiful. He is the impossible made possible and the intangible made tangible. He is the beat of my heart. The sound of my spirit. The song of my soul.
Explore “come” a word of Jesus. Matthew 8 is an amazing place to start. Trace your way through the gospels from there and discover the coming of His Kingdom as the need of mankind was revealed. And journal your own story of coming to Him.