​21. The Stitching of Their Bones

There’s a possibility I’m doing this all wrong.

I like results, definite proof in my hand. I want to tell people about Jesus and then see Jesus in their faces.

But if you live long enough, you know that’s not how this works.

Life is a long game. Relationships are the hardened stones in the arch of your foot. You keep walking, you keep making a mess of things. You keep holding on to the blessings you don’t deserve.

Me: “Why do we keep doing this to ourselves?”

Matt: “It’s not about us. It’s for Him.”

Oh. Right.

I can’t allow a person’s unwillingness to feel Christ in the stitching of their bones, the rushing of their blood, to impede the progress of God’s glory.

And I can’t allow myself to do the same.

It’s not about me, it never was. It’s about a love and light that pulses through everything He’s created and how we can be a part of that miraculous unfolding of life or block our souls to it.

It’s about choice, about forging onward in His ever present holiness.

Or remaining stagnant in the bitter decay that chokes all sense of good.

Either way, it’s never about us.

And thanks be to God for that.