Last week, I had a near-collision with the Love of Jesus Thrift Truck. When the letters of his vehicle came clearly into focus just inches infront of my face as he cut across three lanes of traffic, I thought we both might be in serious trouble. Fortunately, I was able to careen around him, and collected myself in the right lane for a good hundred yards or so. Then, as I turned onto the windy road that leads to my home, I began to think it all through.
Maybe, I thought, it’s some sort of metaphor for life. Does the love of our Lord truly cut us off sometimes? I hope so. If I’m moving along at the speed of life and need to be reminded of the presence of our Holy God, or redirected by His hand, I want Him to intervene. I want Him to show up big, just inches from my face. I want Him to get my attention, and to leave my heart racing.
I was just reading yesterday from Joanna Weaver’s latest book, Having a Mary Spirit, how sometimes God confounds us until we move in the direction He desires. She likens this to a wild horse’s trainer, who constantly confounds the horse, sending it in the opposite direction than it desires to go, until it is broken.
I can relate to her words. Lately, I’ve been feeling a bit confounded. Like I’m sometimes pulling against what my Maker has designed me to do. Like He is steadily redirecting me; moving me back to His higher purpose for my life.
When I really think about it, I feel like I have collided with the love of Jesus. It’s amazing to me that He takes the time to track us down, heading along whatever roads we have chosen, and moves us lovingly back into His best. I’m so glad He does.
(By the time I figured all of this out, I was no longer angry with the truck’s driver. Hey – maybe he was just an angel on special assignment. Unless, of course, you’re the driver and you’re reading this…in which case, you really should have been a bit more careful…I almost ran into you, buddy!)
