The Lord speaks to me on most days, if not all days, as I drive to work. I think he knows he has me cornered there in my car, listening to Christians sing on the radio and worshipping with them. There are no distractions really. He has me there where I can’t get away if he starts to talk to me about something that I don’t really want to talk about. I wish sometimes he would just let some things slide. I often worship in my car. In fact, I love that part of my drive each day. It’s when he changes the tone, the subject, that I begin to squirm. I then wish he played by my rules. But then again, I’m glad that not all of my wishes come true. He knows best, and I know he knows best.
It was drive time this week when he tapped on my heart again. I was thinking about making an appointment to get my hair cut. He couldn’t just let me think about my hair. He had to interrupt. “Why haven’t you told her about me?”
“You sit in her chair once a month, but you never talk about me.”
“Uh. . .”
“You’ve received this wonderful gift, but you haven’t shown it to her.”
“I, uh. . . . .”
“You were excited to tell her about your new car, why not me?”
“Well, she uhh. . . . “
“She has as much right to this gift as you do. It’s not your gift to keep. It’s your gift to share.”
“I died so that you might live. You are to die to self and let my life in you spread to others. Die to self, so that others might see me and live.”
“She needs me. When will you tell her?”
“The truth is, a kernel of wheat must be planted in the soil. Unless it dies it will be alone—a single seed. But its death will produce many new kernels—a plentiful harvest of new lives. Those who love their life in this world will lose it. Those who despise their life in this world will keep it for eternal life. All those who want to be my disciples must come and follow me, because my servants must be where I am. And if they follow me, the Father will honor them”
Show me your ways, O LORD,
teach me your paths.