28 Feb 2010 Are we there yet?

28 Feb 2010  Are we there yet?

 

Every parent recognizes this question and before the question is even finished being asked there is a modicum of irritation that wells up inside of them.  It is amazing how at the cellular level, these teeny tiny words can start a rash that I know will spread. It has to, it's the nature of the rash!

 

I sometimes want to say yes, in a minute or a second, every time they ask. We know how well that statement goes over.  Sometimes, I ignore the question and pretend that I didn't hear it, or if we are on a trip, I muster up the biggest snore and act as if I have descended into the deepest pit of slumberland.  Yes all godly responses to this irritating, nagging question that was pulled up from hell and placed in our children's mouth.

 

I have begged and I have pleaded and I have continued to bang on the doors of heaven asking for my healing.  Sometimes, I do it with a nauseating whine.  Often times, I do it sort of squeameshly with a mousy like voice, even whisper like, with a million question marks behind it.  I have been known to confidently burst through the throne room door and arrogantly ask, quoting scripture in Isaiah that informs the Trinity they have work to do and rather than a question, it is a command.  Then with litlle faith, I approach with His no respector of man, and certainly I fit in the "man" column.  I have run through the crowd to grab the robe of His garment.  I have opened the Bible to Peter and hoped that if I lift my bible at just the right time in the window,the shadow cast might do it.  I have proclaimed " I believe, Help my unbelief."  I have reasoned that I have centurion like faith, I have also had the joy of my friends lowering me from the roof.  They have, through their prayers, climbed up, cut a hole and lowered me before Him. I am willing to lay in bathtubs of mud, or having a prophet lay on top of me and tell me to get up.  I am ready to come out of captivity.  I want my exodus. Is that too much to ask?

 

Do I sound like an impatient child?  I know I am His.  I know my questions go to a celestial level and not a cellular.  I know no rash is experienced in heaven.  I know He does not answer me to placate me and He doesn't hide from the question.  I know like a child, who wants to get there now, God will not speed to get me to my destination.  He will not run red lights because I am on the floorboard having a fit.  He is not moved by my "tudes".  He has planned this trip meticulously, with the right amount of potty stops, food fests, and rest break, even a sightseeing opportunities if I will get out of the car to look.