Love . . . Without Scrutiny

 

 

Looking at him, Jesus felt a love for him and said to him, “One thing you lack: go and sell all you possess and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow Me. Mark 10: 21 NASB

The rich young ruler ran toward Jesus and knelt before Him. He was desperate to know how to inherit eternal life. He’d obeyed the letter of the law, and he’d done much good in his community. However, when the man heard Jesus’ reply, his gaze dropped, and his palms pushed off dust and truth. He struggled to stand as grief overcame him for he was quite wealthy.

And Jesus felt love and compassion for the man.

The frantic noise and dazzling lights of the world also seduce us. We cling to our possessions. Pleasures abound on every street corner; but, the shiny steel, gold glitter, and wild rhythm offer little more than the dust and grime. We hunger for a quick fix, but Jesus sets His Holy standard. Sell your belongings, let go of your lifestyle, and come, follow me.

God sees our struggle to be obedient, to let go and walk with Him, and He is merciful. Although, it is impossible for a camel to be shoved through the eye of a needle, all things are possible with God. Anyone can be saved; no one is too far gone from His outstretched hand. Salvation is the gracious and sovereign work of Jesus. It can’t be bought nor earned by works.  We don’t know who God has chosen and predestined for eternity. Therefore, our duty is to love.

When we see others as God does, we begin to submit to His greatest commandment.

Our purpose is to love without scrutiny and condemnation for we all fall short of God’s glory. It’s not our job to determine whether someone is worthy or not. Whether rich or poor, virgin or harlot, disparaged outcast or prideful, self-righteous one, the gospel message of grace is for all.

God’s love is infinite, and to exemplify His kindness is free; but it leaves a lasting impression. So, be generous.

Simplify. Slow your steps and schedules. Let go of clutter and earthbound treasures. Consider—less is more. Do not hoard for the future what you can give with gladness today. Share regardless of how little you possess. God sees your faithful heart and ready, helpful hands. And you will be blessed with more time to do what matters most.

Follow the one who radiates love.

Imagine if the young ruler had trusted Jesus’ intentions; his outlook may have been different. What miracles and gospel redemption stories could’ve been told?

God also calls us to trust Him. So, don’t settle for the fancy flair, smoky tango, and potent, numbing drink of darkness. It will not satisfy.

A glorious adventure awaits those who are willing to step into the light and to love like Jesus. If you don’t know how or where to begin, consider the way you frame what you see. We cannot bestow mercy, compassion, and loving kindness, if the window of our soul is smeared. Pray for clarity. Pray too for the Holy Spirit’s guidance and conviction so that you might see others with a heart that reflects His own.

May the simple beauty of the lilies of the field embolden us to live the same.

Lily Mae

 

 

 

 

Pools of Mercy

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This is what the Lord Almighty said: “Administer true justice; show mercy and compassion to one another. Do not oppress the widow or the fatherless, the foreigner or the poor. Do not plot evil against each other.
Zechariah 7:9-10 NIV
 

I meander through the goods
Kitchen utensils, quilts, books, and old-fashioned toys.
A search for child-like wonder,
My gaze rests on a coil tunnel
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

A blanket is folded and patted, too careful
Nervous glances quickly disconnect with mine
Agitated peacock almost collides with my escape.
We side-step dance through the uncomfortable
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

A slinky is thrust like a baton
Familiar eyes question—hesitate, then take.
‘Twas the pattern set long ago
Dreams collide with despair
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Fling wide the door
Thirsty stems sway and blooms droop
The light changes . . . yellow cautions, “S.L.O.W. the HURRY!”
Angry tires burn the corner. Breaks screech. And horns blare!
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Winter within threatens to restrict
I fight to feel. Smell. See. Breathe.
I fist my want and hug my hurt
Sip the last of the morn’s dark roast
Frantic, I focus on the ONE beside me.

Gnarled fingers pill his plaid hem
Empty, dark rooms tell their tale
Twins tarry on heaven’s bench
A union of the missing
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Unbeknownst, the elder gifts courage
I focus on his worry—the blank stare that pulls the knots
Unsteady feet set in heavy platform shoes
Powerless and forgotten outsiders
Breathe. One. Two. Three.

Who will you speak for?
Put a face to the need
Seek the lonely exile, widow, and orphan
Different. Desperate. Hurt. Hungry. Weary.
The closed door signals the good-bye.

I let go and stand . . . step forward.
Mercy’s hand welcomes the distraught ONE
Kind and compassionate and gracious.
He sees through the smeared window and my defense
Stacked bricks, barbed-wire, and pretty-painted pink.

Balcony view to the dirt and gravel, and the shaded sidewalk
Pools of concern offer humble hope and beauty
Picture frames of pastels, fertile pastures, and moonlit nights
And Heaven’s rain echoes the heartfelt cries as a Lily opens
Closes. Breathe. One. Two. Three.

Dare I confront the gap?
River’s edge and broken bridge
Detour signs and cement barricades
Power and prestige – legalism and hate
Bystander’s dismissal, “I am not the victim!”

I recoil. Shrink. Stumble.
I cannot tarry this burden alone
I need a warrior and an advocate.
A tottering fence desires a pillar with pure intentions
Love without conditions, help without condemnation.

A gentle man acknowledges my grief
He questions with interest and quiet deliberation
And I cannot see beyond his magnetic pull
He and his wife’s work beckon me to stay
Our dilly-dally overcomes the tick-tock.

I met a stranger with Jesus’ eyes
And I am undone
Lord, let me be as he. . . as You
Take my fear and doubt, soften my heart
Give me eyes to see the vacant rooms.

I remember and re-member as I break the bread and drink the cup of Easter-tide.