Jesus the Christ semi-quoting Moses said (paraphrased) the greatest commandment was to love the Lord with all of one’s heart, soul and strength. If one love’s the Lord in this way, one will clearly love their neighbor; they will neither steal from, kill, lust after or envy said neighbour, nor worship any other gods. Rather they will spend every moment in pursuit of the Lord and righteousness. They will daily carry their cross and freely follow Him. Jesus the Christ came to be Emmanuel, God with us. Here, daily; an ever present help in times of need. Watching the greying and falling of hair from our heads. Minutely and wholly loving and involved in our everything. God of Heaven, Earth and Eternity in relationship with us: Emmanuel.
The sad reality of this wonderful theory in my life I will liken to my professional organizations. I keep up with their rules so that I may still carry the card and work legally. I do not read the email newsletters for a hundred reasons. The ephemeral ‘they,’ named but faceless beings dictating what I should know, when and how so that I am ‘awarded’ a placard indicating that I have paid my dues, read the papers, took the little tests and met all the criteria to practice my craft safely. I am like every other professional in the field, but I do not care about them, nor them about me. There is no relationship. They do not care about my everyday. My life or death is inconsequential. I will only think of them, when some rule they set dictates that I write them to say I have read your books. I paid what you asked, please send me my card. I belong.
I enjoy church more now than I did before, I do go to meet with God now. I used to go to meet the people He put there because I do not see them any other time. It was a social event. I barely made time to talk to God, I would say a few words of thanks when I woke up, while driving and then at random moments in the day. Oh, and when things get bad of course! I do read the letters; rarely do I see something new for me. I know it applies to all of us, but for one watching my hair grow He should say something specific to me, church people call it, “word in season” I used to see those. Not as often any more. There is not my whole heart, soul, strength invested in Him. I can not give an average percentage either.
He still ‘owns’ my heart, He who speaks and I do not know if I hear. He is to me the unmentioned, unthanked yet crucial placard without which I cannot be.
Where should I hang it, so I see it and remember?
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