At yesterday’s Bible study, it was time to share our testimonies—specifically, the circumstances relating to how the Lord drew us.
I hadn’t done this in awhile, and—interestingly—there was a different dynamic this time. As the words spilled out of my mouth, the air became full of more than my blathering; we discovered a recurring theme: many of the people and places that were part of God’s calling me… are gone! They’ve been led astray, inwardly corrupted, moved, or torn down! the restaurant where I heard of the Bible study; the high school where I’d met that girlfriend who told me about it; the suburban neighborhood where it was held; the articulated commuter buses where I first studied; the gaudily decorated apartment where I first repented; the other restaurant where I told my friends that things were going to have to change; and the friends—who’ve each had their own journey and are mostly scattered hither and yon.
After yesterday’s class, I hit the ground running. It wasn’t until our Valentine dinner that it really sunk in: all those buildings and people are nowhere near as they were—or where they were—30 years ago.
And I was tired after yesterday’s work, so it didn’t occur to me until this morning: there is One who is right where He was then, and just as He was; 30 years is barely a hiccup to Him.
As I ponder the whirlwind of change, absence, destruction, and debris, I stand here in wonder: not only is He still here, so am I.
John 10:27-29 “My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me. “And I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; neither shall anyone snatch them out of My hand. “My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of My Father’s hand.