I’ve Been Busy Playing God
I’ve been busy playing
God. Well, I wish. I’m really just acting as His secretary: telling Him
his messages, His next appointments, etc. Each time I tell him the
updates, He flashes a loving smile in my direction and nods. You’d think
He’d get all uptight with all these calls and all those things on His “To-Do”
lists, but He doesn’t. He’s the Man of the Hour.He’s the man of EVERY
hour! He walks around with a soft, quiet confidence and everyone just
adores Him!
As I watch Him around His
office, I forget for a minute about the never-ending To-Do list I have made for
Him. I suddenly notice numbers of other people with their own To-Do lists
swarming around Him. Some waving their lists in front of His face (still,
He just smiles) and others slipping it in His pocket secretly along with some
sort of present or offering. Some are dressed in the finest of clothing
with diamond necklaces and cuff-links. These people keep coming with their
lists wrapped up real nice in lovely boxes with neatly written bribes and
negotiations written in a card on top, with sparkles and shine, hoping theirs
will be noticed and attended to first. He just smiles.
There is another sort of
people there too. I don’t even know where these other people came from or how I
managed to not notice them earlier, but as I look down at my own list now, it
seems unimportant. Many of these people have their lists written on dirty
old pieces of paper.Quite a few don’t even have anything to write it on and
shamelessly beg at His feet for their lists to be known and met as well. These
are the one’s whose clothing reflect tattered messes that are nothing worthy of
meeting with Him, but He doesn’t even seem to notice. In fact, these are
the people to whom He gives more than just a smile or nod; To each of
these humble beggars, He extends His hand. He pulls them to their feet,
making them eye-level with Him and wraps his arms around their sunken
shoulders, holding them close.
I don’t even know now
what it is I wrote on these pages and pages of requests in my hands. I
feel now that it doesn’t matter. I want to meet those people that He
raised from begging at His feet. I want to know what they know so I can be
embraced as they have been. I want to know Him as they know Him.
