She asked me about it this afternoon.
Is it time to get going on that little project yet?
She knows I’ve been thinking about it this week. I told her I was. Thinking about it.
What I really meant was I was thinking about how I was feeling guilty about not doing it.
So, this afternoon, we stood around—the Lovely Lady and I—and talked about the project.
Well? It is what one does.
Oh, I know I could just do the project. When I say we stood around and talked about it, I don’t pretend that there were any special revelations. It was all information I had a firm grasp on already.
Still, I feel better about it now.
I haven’t started the project yet; I’m just not feeling guilty about not starting it. We planned. We organized.
Really. I feel much better now.
Planning and organizing. It’s what we do best.
We are far more competent at discussing the process than we are at actually getting the job done.
Well. I am, anyway.
His followers did it too. You know, the Teacher’s rag-tag group of outcasts and blue-collar laborers. His disciples.
They had a discussion about what to do. This was serious stuff. They needed to wrap their heads around it. What they did was pray. (Matthew 14:13-21)
Well, kind of. They begged their Teacher to fix the problem for them. It was a prayer—of sorts.
These people, Teacher. They need to eat. We need You to take care of this. Send them home. Please.
We call the story: Jesus Feeds Five Thousand. We always have.
It isn’t what happened.
The name of the story is: Twelve Men Feed Five Thousand.
You’re skeptical. I understand that. But, it’s right there in the Book.
He looked at them and said, You feed them. (Matthew 14:16)
You feed them.
And, they did.
I wonder. Why is it so difficult for us to understand? We know what to do. What keeps us from accomplishing it?
Go out there and give them every reason—every reason—to come and eat. Every person you see. Compel them to come in. (Luke 14:23)
Love compels. It doesn’t sit and write plans. It doesn’t draw flow charts. It doesn’t ask for direction when direction has already been given.
Love that compels is love that grabs a neighbor by the heart and draws them inexorably to the God who forgives.
Love that compels is love that brushes aside the insult of ten minutes ago and the bitterness of ten years ago and holds tight in an embrace that forces out all but itself.
But, we have to start.
The time to plan has passed.
The time to pray for guidance has passed.
It’s time to act.
Oh. And, I’ve still got that little project to get started on.
But, I do feel better about it now.
It’s the job that’s never started as takes longest to finish.
(Lord of the Rings ~ J.R.R. Tolkien ~ English novelist/educator ~ 1892-1973)
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, and I have remained faithful.
(2 Timothy 4:7 ~ NLT)
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