Beer & God's Love
"The King will reply, 'Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me’” Matthew 25:40.
I was driving home late Sunday night after a few hours at a local tavern with some of my closest friends. I had stayed for one drink but four hours later found myself full, heart overflowing, from life-giving and uplifting conversation and discussions. As I was driving home I turned the radio off, rolled down my windows and just began to talk to God. Like a crazy person, I often have conversations out loud when no one is around to hear them and this was one of those good ones...one of those times when, if anyone were to pull up next to me and see tears streaming down my face and me waving my hands in the air, they would probably think I had just escaped from some institution and needed my meds and quick!
But it was just me driving through South Park, the only car on the road, crying out to God about how I just wanted greater intimacy with Him the way that I had with my friends. It was so easy to care for them and to listen to them, to buy them a meal or to comfort them in their sickness...why was it not so easy, not so tangible to have that same closeness with God? I couldn't see Him or touch Him or feel Him or bring Him chicken soup...HOW was I to get to know him more? I knew the usual answer one would give, "Read your Bible more! Pray more! Fast more!" But these answers were no longer good enough. I didn't want "more." I just wanted "Him."
I cried out in my frustration to God about how the moments in my life when I felt His presence the most were moments when He has used other people to love me and to reveal Himself to me...and then it hit me. Is it not the same for Him? In the moments when I love others and care for them, am I not doing that for Him? "Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me." YOU DID FOR ME!
It was so simple. It wasn't about reading more or praying more to create this intimacy with God I thought I was lacking...it was about recognizing that, in that moment at the pub with my friends who needed love and encouragement, Jesus was there, and in my love for them, I was loving Him.
Jesus, help me to see that every small act of love and kindness done for someone else is really done for you!
WRITTEN BY CHALESE DUNTON