Everything

God in my living, there in my breathing, God in my waking, God in my sleeping. God in my resting, there in my working, God in my thinking, God in my speaking  . . .

God in my hoping, there in my dreaming, God in my watching, God in my waiting God in my laughing, there in my weeping, God in my hurting, God in my healing . . .
–Tim Hughes, “Everything”

As a kid, I got the faintest glimpse of God as “everything”–but my radicalism was soon dampered.  It wasn’t normal, it wasn’t what a kid was supposed to do following a conversion.  It wasn’t safe.  And I lost it.

As a teenager, I saw God as the one who handed out “Get-out-of-Hell-free” cards.  If you got the card, I couldn’t imagine much why you would go back to Him, unless it was because you wanted to make sure He didn’t take it back.  I just wanted to be on the fringes of God’s good graces.  I didn’t figure He would ever really love me or I really love Him, but I could sit In the outer camp and maybe hide in some closet of Heaven.

At a young adult, I saw God as the one who was impossible to please, who picked people to throw in Hell.  The difference I saw between God the Father and Satan was simply one was more powerful.  I figured God could call “good” whatever He wanted–it wasn’t that He was “good” by any “real” standards of goodness.  We were totally helpless and we had to pretend we liked Him so we would be on His good side and He wouldn’t torture us forever.

And at age 25 or so, I began to see God as . . God.

The Bible tore down every poster I had hung about who God was.  Suddenly, God was the walls that had kept me safe all the long years of depression, struggle, and sin.  Suddenly, God was the roof that had kept Satan from totally penetrating my life and snatching me away.  Suddenly, God was standing in the doorway, and I saw myself as I had really been all these years: shoving as hard as I could against Him.  He didn’t push back, but a nail-scarred hand stayed open, ready to reach me.  As hard as I pushed against His arm, as much as I had hurt Him, as much as I had turned away from Him, rebelled against Him, spit on Him, sinned without any regard to His rules, and lived without any regard to what He wanted for my life . . . I saw His hand, in the doorway of my house, not pushing, but suffering as I pushed against it, yet staying with me still.

God in my living, there in my breathing, God in my waking, God in my sleeping. God in my resting, there in my working, God in my thinking, God in my speaking  . . .

God in my hoping, there in my dreaming, God in my watching, God in my waiting God in my laughing, there in my weeping, God in my hurting, God in my healing . . .
–Tim Hughes, “Everything”

I am almost overcome as I think back on it.

God was there, waiting for me–me who deserved it not for a second.

And God began becoming my everything.

I am almost 29 now.  I wish I had every year of my life to give to Him.  I don’t.  But I do have today.

And I do have eternity.

God in my living, there in my breathing, God in my waking, God in my sleeping. God in my resting, there in my working, God in my thinking, God in my speaking  . . .

God in my hoping, there in my dreaming, God in my watching, God in my waiting God in my laughing, there in my weeping, God in my hurting, God in my healing . . .
–Tim Hughes, “Everything”

One of the Pharisees asked Jesus to have dinner with him, so Jesus went to his home and sat down to eat. When a certain immoral woman from that city heard he was eating there, she brought a beautiful alabaster jar filled with expensive perfume. Then she knelt behind him at his feet, weeping. Her tears fell on his feet, and she wiped them off with her hair. Then she kept kissing his feet and putting perfume on them.

When the Pharisee who had invited him saw this, he said to himself, “If this man were a prophet, he would know what kind of woman is touching him. She’s a sinner!”

Then Jesus answered his thoughts. “Simon,” he said to the Pharisee, “I have something to say to you.”

“Go ahead, Teacher,” Simon replied.

Then Jesus told him this story: “A man loaned money to two people—500 pieces of silver to one and 50 pieces to the other. But neither of them could repay him, so he kindly forgave them both, canceling their debts. Who do you suppose loved him more after that?”

Simon answered, “I suppose the one for whom he canceled the larger debt.”

“That’s right,” Jesus said. Then he turned to the woman and said to Simon, “Look at this woman kneeling here. When I entered your home, you didn’t offer me water to wash the dust from my feet, but she has washed them with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You didn’t greet me with a kiss, but from the time I first came in, she has not stopped kissing my feet. You neglected the courtesy of olive oil to anoint my head, but she has anointed my feet with rare perfume.

“I tell you, her sins—and they are many—have been forgiven, so she has shown me much love. But a person who is forgiven little shows only little love.” Then Jesus said to the woman, “Your sins are forgiven.”

The men at the table said among themselves, “Who is this man, that he goes around forgiving sins?”

And Jesus said to the woman, “Your faith has saved you; go in peace.”

(Luke 7:36-50, NLT)

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