Can Never Get Enough
If you haven’t heard me talking about tutoring a Jewish girl in Christianity, you have either committed the almost unforgivable sin of sleeping late and missing church… or another almost unforgivable sin: you fell asleep during the sermon.
Anyway, my long-time golf partner and fellow car dealer is Jewish. They are proud of their Jewish heritage and raised four fine children. But in high school, they had an issue. The best high school in Atlanta was a Catholic school. They debated and talked with the Head of School to see if their daughter could get out of New Testament class. At a Roman Catholic high school, that was a definite NO.
Knowing I was a learned pastor who once sold cars, their solution was simple: she could call me whenever she got stumped—which was often. She asked about Jesus as a wine drinker, since the first miracle he performed was turning water into wine. No food or water for forty days… give me a break. Knock a guy off a horse and then he becomes your greatest spokesman?
I knew it was time for the final exam, and I knew I was going to get a call. “David,” she said, “explain to me about Jesus being raised from the dead. How did it happen?” I answered, “It was a miracle.”
To which she replied, “The miracle will be me passing this class. I’ve had about all the Jesus I want!”
I’ve laughed about that story a lot. I even told it to a group of preachers before we went into a service during Lent, and joked that sometimes I can relate during Lent. They quickly moved to the other side of the room.
Well, I can’t. I cannot get enough of Jesus. I can turn my back on Him. I can turn my eyes downward instead of upward. I can stop praying, as if that somehow penalizes Jesus. But never—never—can I get too much of the love that passes all understanding.
And maybe, like that young Jewish girl, I might not fully understand why God sent His only Son to die on the cross. But I believe it. Oh, I believe.
Let’s make these final days of Lent more meaningful than ever.
Have fun,
David
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