Jesus vs. The Wishing Well

There are times when introspection is unavoidable. Someone says something and it triggers something inside that you cannot ignore. Can I get an amen? You know what I mean. For me it happened today during the Gathering at Watermark. The conversation was centered around questioning the object of our faith...Are we serving God for God, or for the experience. Well that got me thinking about my faith...Am I in it for the ride and hope it brings thrills and chills, or am I in because God first loved me and my response to his love is discipleship. But as the day went on I mulled over in my head over and over and wondered what my relationship with Jesus was all about.
You see, I have friends that are true blooded friends..The kind I would never take for granted and would walk the plank for.. And then I have friends that are purely, well for convenience...And vice versa...Kind of a useful practicle acquaintance. But what is my relationship with Jesus like? So I wondered......

Am I meeting Jesus at the wishing well? Do I go to him and throw my two cents in, close my eyes, make a request, swear never to tell, not for fear that it may not come to pass, but that if it doesn't come to pass that I can imagine that I never asked therefore avoid disappointment with him? Tough question...But is that my Jesus: a wishing well. A place where you whisper your request, wishes, dreams, toss in a few coins and hope for the best. I'm here to say that I have and do treat my Jesus that way. I have found that with the tough things in life, I go to him ("cause that's what Christians do"), and I give him my two cents worth. I let him know what I think should be done and what my plan is, you know in case he's fresh out of ideas. Then I close my eyes, and decide to keep this one between me and the big guy upstairs, just in case. Cause if I share it for others to pray about, it might show weakness, frailty, doubt or some other natural human attribute.

The point is...The lesson learned is that if I approach Jesus as my wishing well, then that's all I'm allowing him to be in my life...an empty hole in the ground that eats up my cash and my hopes. But the Truth is that he is much more than that. He is hope... he is the very solid foundation that permits us to stand, and we can take our hopes and our wishes and our requests and our dreams to him and have the fullest confidence that he shares in our passions and our hurts. He is the sympathetic interceding Lord.

I shall approach him with the same fervor as I did the well, but leave with more hope and confidence that my whispered request isn't lost when the echo reaches the bottom of the well...No, it it climbs to the top of the heavens, where one day I'll pear in Christ's notebook and see the scribblings of the God who once took notes on what I was going through.

Jesus vs. The Wishing Well.....

I'm putting my two cents of Jesus.

Roach out.