In their book Captivating: Unveiling the Mystery of a Woman's Soul, authors John and Stasi Eldredge describe Jesus as the wooer of our spirits. I've been trying to come to terms with this side of my Savior, because when I think romance I think sex. Call it a side effect of the sexualization of my generation, but the two terms have been inseparably linked in my mind. I'm pretty sure that when they said that Christ is romancing me, trying to win me, they didn't mean that He wants to get me in bed.
So I have been struggling to separate the two terms in my media-brainwashed skull. It helps when something like today happens. I'm driving along the highway and get stopped at a red light. On the radio, the Newsboys are singing. It's warm, still pleasantly but nearing being unpleasant. I've got the air conditioning running and a sleeping baby in the backseat. I'm getting tired and I want to go home. Suddenly, a breeze hits the beautiful flowering trees to my left, and my Jeep is sprinkled with white flower petals like snow. The breeze continues for several minutes, too long to be natural, and it's almost surreal. It's gorgeous and enlightening.
And the Newsboys are still singing...
Oh they all fall
Like a million raindrops
Falling from a blue sky
Kissing your cares goodbye...
And for a brief moment I felt what it is like to be wooed by Jesus Christ, the Savior of my soul, who is always fighting for my attention and love, waiting patiently and yet impatiently until I give it. He's the neverending romancer.
Yes, Lord, once again you have my full attention.
1 comment:
sweet.
I had a similar experience in Africa last year. In the middle of a worship service little yellow flowers fell from the ceiling.
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