I turned 67 last week. The weight of age is heavy upon me and my perspective on the essentials of life is changing. I have spent 45 of those 67 years in the professional ministry and now wish I could go back and have “overs.” My life has been full of programs, campaigns, rallies, training, and more administrative work than I would ever wish to see again. I was often so busy that I had little time to devote to the essentials, and my faith and my family suffered.
I am now trying to recapture some of what was lost…the passion of Jesus. A student of scripture and of history, I have reflected today on his passion.
“The next day, the news that Jesus was on his way to Jerusalem
swept through the city. A huge crowd of Passover visitors
took palm branches and went down the road to meet him.
They shouted, ‘Praise God! Bless the one who comes in the name
of the Lord! Hail to the king of Israel!’…Then the Pharisees said to each other,
‘We’ve lost. Look, the whole world has gone after him.’”
John 12:12ff
To him Jerusalem would be the city of his death…and resurrection. To the crowd, as it sawing him coming, he was like a rock star. He was a celebrity, sensation, and expression of the power of God. He made the people feel good and he gave them hope. He entered the temple, sat down in the middle of the largest temple court (jammed full with people), and began what would be several days of healing and teaching to a crowd that was starved for the Bread of Life, blind for the Light of the World, parched for Living Water.
I know now that we are no different than they…that I am no different than they, save for one thing that makes us even poorer…we know who the Messiah is…we know how the story comes out…but still so many of us are unfed, unwatered, in darkness, craving the presence and the work of God. That’s why we pursue his passion, isn’t it? We crave God. We wish to somehow reach behind the façade of “religion,” behind the songs, the prayers, and words and find ourselves in the presence of the Almighty. As surely as Jesus rode into Jerusalem, we want him to ride into our lives.
I tell you (even as I tell myself), he is eager to do so. I find that I must daily invite him into my confused, occupied, sinful little life.
“Dear Jesus of Nazareth, Come to my heart right now. I ask you to make your home in my life and to possess me fully. I willfully give up those things I have held to rather than you and I ask you to be my king. Live your purpose in my life. I pray this in your name, Amen.”
“Ride on, King Jesus,
no man can hinder thee.
Ride on, King Jesus,
Make my blind heart to see
Ride on, and reign in me.”