When it comes to movement, I am generally not a slow person. Those who know me well can attest to the fact that I intentionally must alter my steps to decelerate when walking with a group of people. I frequently must pause for automatic doors to open. And apparently, I appear to be in a hurry even when simply moving at my normal stride, a fact attested to by the Walmart greeter who has dubbed me “Speedy.”
But when it comes to the things of God, such is not the case. In truth, I can be a bit of a spiritual dawdler.
When I bumped up against the following admonishment of Jesus spoken to the two men on their way to Emmaus in Luke 24:25, I knew I could claim this statement as my own: “O foolish ones, and slow of heart to believe in all that the prophets have spoken . . . ” (emphasis mine)
How similar I am to these two bewildered disciples.
Slow to believe, yet still wanting Jesus to linger long.
Puzzled by His true identity, yet knowing there is something about His presence that makes my heart burn within me and long to hear more of what He has to say.
Not fully comprehending His teachings or His ways, but desiring He remains with me nonetheless.
I am thankful my Savior knows who He is even when I don’t recognize Him.
Even when I struggle to believe and am slow in coming to terms with His unconventional ways.
I am grateful Jesus is content to walk alongside me in my foolishness.
That He is not put off by my ignorance and unbelief.
That He chooses to abide with me.
Patiently sharing His presence.
Gently teaching me.
Instructing me in things of His nature so I can make it more fully my own.
Opening my eyes, blink by blink, to the riches of His kingdom.
Extending His purposes for me to pick up and claim.
Showing tidbits of Himself, glimpse after glimpse, until I grasp His truth with wonder and thankfulness.
Yes, I am slow of heart to believe.
I am also wholly loved by a patient Teacher who knows the worst of me yet is still determined to embrace the best.
Here in my smallness,
I am found.
I am called.
I am loved.
By a Savior who is alive and well.
God incarnate come to earth.
Willing to linger with the likes of me.
Slow of heart though I may be.
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