IF YOU LOVE ME.....
“I'm sorry, Lord. What should I do?” I ask God this
morning. I feel that I have failed Him.
A voice answers, quietly, and softly. I am surprised by
His candor.
“Do you love me?”
I might have been Peter by the lake, leaning over a bed
of hot coals, rubbing, warming my hands, and remembering another time, another
place.
“Yes, Lord, you know I love you,” I whisper, abruptly
aware of my own failure.
“Do you love me?” He asks again.
“Lord, you know I love you.” I repeat, my voice ringing
hollow even to my own ears.
“Do you love me?” He repeats gently in my heart, I am
reminded of my failure.
“Yes, Lord, I love you.” Weeping now, I wait for
release.
“If you love me....” The words pause.
I feel His touch, lifting my chin to peer into eyes that
also once burned into Peter’s. It is at this moment the failure is gone, and I,
lost in His gaze, overwhelmed by His love, know I have been
forgiven.
“Then feed my sheep,” He whispers.
It is a soft command, not demanding, not pleading, but
just a statement of fact.
Feed His sheep? I know what He wants, but I am always
aware of how I feel that I fail in that area. I never feel that I give Him
enough of myself. But I pickup my laptop, and wait for words to form in my heart
and in my mind. I pray that they will be His words and not my
own.
This is what He has always intended for me. As He has
loved, so must I love through each word I write. I am to inspire others also to
love—His child with little hope, the one who offends, the woman lost, and the
man deep in sin. We are just as Peter. The redeeming love that looked beyond
Peter’s failure, and called for His best, also calls for ours. In tenderness He
brings us to our place of failure, reminds, and forgives.
Gently He then calls, “Feed my sheep.” The compassionate
heart of Jesus which loves you shall love another at his own coal fire.
“If you love me…” he whispers.
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