Sunday, April 12, 2015

I Wonder...

When I say the Name of Jesus, what thoughts come to mind immediately? What feeling or emotions surface with those thoughts? What is it you think I’m about to communicate?

I’m curious, especially about those of my friends and acquaintances that don’t have or feel solid in a personal relationship with Jesus. But, even those of you who believe in Jesus with all your heart; what do you think when I say Jesus?

When I say His Name…
Do you expect me to get “preachy” on you?
Do you think I’m judging you or condemning you?
Do you feel defensive or on guard?
Do you cringe, wishing I’d not said His Name?
Do you feel that I think I’m somehow better than you?
Do you think my life doesn’t line up with your definition of what a Christian should be, perhaps wondering why I’d even mention His Name?

Or do you welcome what might follow?
Do you have questions you’re dying to ask someone, but hold them back because you think your listener will think you should already know the answers?
Do you hope I’ll pray for you or give you some nugget of spiritual insight?
Do you not even notice His Name when I say it?

None of the above, or… I not mention His Name when I’m around you?

I’m a question-asker from way back. It’s been joked that on my tombstone it’ll read, “But wait, I have one more question!” If you know me, you’ve probably figured out that I question most everything, whether out loud or not. Sometimes I think I push too hard or probe too deeply, perhaps looking for problems where there aren’t any. Maybe I’m perceived as just being “too nosey”. Or maybe I’m even thought of as one who can’t stand the silence and needs to fill it with words and to pull my listener into a conversation with questions that I don’t even really care about.

I wonder about the things that go on inside my own head; in your thoughts and in all the experiences I walk through, I wonder what’s going on around me, as well.
My mind is a maze of wonder. Sometimes I love that about myself, other times it frustrates me. My mind is seldom quiet unless I purposefully pursue that silence.
Though I’m certainly no Solomon, I marvel at the Queen of Sheba’s experience with him:

“And when the queen of Sheba heard of the fame of Solomon concerning the name of the Lord, she came to prove him with hard questions.
And she came to Jerusalem with a very great train, with camels that bare spices, and very much gold, and precious stones: and when she was come to Solomon, she communed with him of all that was in her heart.
And Solomon told her all her questions: there was not any thing hid from the king, which he told her not.
And when the queen of Sheba had seen all Solomon's wisdom, and the house that he had built,
And the meat of his table, and the sitting of his servants, and the attendance of his ministers, and their apparel, and his cupbearers, and his ascent by which he went up unto the house of the Lord; there was no more spirit in her.
And she said to the king, It was a true report that I heard in mine own land of thy acts and of thy wisdom.
Howbeit I believed not the words, until I came, and mine eyes had seen it: and, behold, the half was not told me: thy wisdom and prosperity exceedeth the fame which I heard.
Happy are thy men, happy are these, thy servants, which stand continually before thee, and that hear thy wisdom.
Blessed be the Lord thy God, which delighted in thee, to set thee on the throne of Israel: because the Lord loved Israel for ever, therefore made he thee king, to do judgment and justice.” - 1 Kings 10:1-9 (KJV)

So, can you help me out?

When I say Jesus – what do you think or anticipate? 

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