there's not a cloud in the sky today despite the forecast for rain. i gaze out my office window and imagine that i am in a sititng in a field. i inhale the scent of the grass, and watch the branches of nearby trees sway in the breeze. i try to attune my ears to the sounds of the birds and watch a ladybug flit across the blanket i'm sititng on.

As they were going across the road, someone said to him, " I will follow you wherever you go." And Jesus said to him, "Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head." To another he said, "Follow me." Luke 9:57-59


What made that first individual make such a bold statement? "I will follow you wherever you go." Maybe he had been in the crowd and when they were crossing the road, he saw his opportunity to get close enough to Jesus and ran alongside him and proclaimed his faith boldly. How often have I gotten so swept up in the Word or the music and made the same statement, but then the intensity tapered off, and I didn't live up to my end of the bargain?

The scripture doesn't even say Jesus rewarded the first gentleman. But He scans the crowd, locking eyes with the "another" and speaks specifically to him, "Follow me."

I hear something down the hall that jerks me out of my field; a door closes.

'Are they coming this way?' I ponder.

I try and return to my meditation...

"Follow me."

Another door closes and I hear footsteps. 'Are they on their way to see me? Or are they moving in the opposite direction?'

"Follow me."

I hear keys jingling. 'Must be Karen, she is certainly on her way to my office.' The footsteps turn into another hallway and slowly fade.

"Follow me."

Okay, okay. I'm ready now. Sitting in a field, breeze, birds. I repeat the verse in my head, 'follow me... follow me... Jesus says, follow me...'

Silence.

posted by Kelly @ 9:57:00 AM