Thursday, April 17, 2008

The Importance of Missing Something

Crushing is how I would describe what this father's words were to his son. His only son. My heart broke just hearing the pain it caused.

Pitiful cries break the silence of the house. She can't voice loud enough the fact that she does not want to sleep. She wants Mommy, who is just around the corner with a heart breaking, trying not to give in.

The sins of the world have just rested on his beaten body. His Father turns His back. "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?"

Would it all hurt so deeply if we didn't know what we were missing?

"He has also set eternity in the hearts of men."

It's there. It's set in each of us. Something missing. Something we can't figure out, we can't gain, we can't achieve, we can't fill. But what if we don't know what we're missing? Does it hurt as deeply?

Born with a dull ache. Hardly noticed because it's just always been there. It's become normal. It's a part of life. Every now and then an accomplishment, a thrill, a dream or passion, or even a love comes along and for a moment the ache has faded. It isn't gone...just ignored.

And then God speaks. Suddenly it is obvious, that something missing all along...God are You?..."I Am."

And from now on, His silence will bring you to your knees, pleading for His presence...because now you know what you are missing.

If that father knew what he was missing, would he have crushed his son?
If that son didn't know what he was missing, would he have been crushed?

Jesus was God. Jesus was a man. He was a man who lived from conception with a relationship with His Father. The moment that was gone, He knew what He was missing. After all that he endured, this He couldn't.

Thank you God for having the patience to be silent. For letting me find that it's You I'm missing. There is nothing sweeter than being filled by You. If You need to be silent at times to remind me that it's You I need, thank You.