It rings out like a refrain: call to me.
Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know. Jeremiah 33:3 (NIV)
I call out to the LORD, and he answers me from his holy mountain. Psalm 3:4 (NIV)
Answer me when I call to you, my righteous God. Psalm 4:1 (NIV)
When people spoke of a personal relationship with Christ, I wondered how I missed it. God seemed far, abstract, impersonal. I felt like an imposter Christian, a wannabe. A friend once told me that she knew if she was the only one lost, Christ would lay down his life just for her. I wasn’t so sure that my life alone ranked worthwhile. Another time, another friend mentioned she felt like God set the world in motion, and then just left us to ourselves. How could I share the gospel with her, when I had my own questions? I knew that God loved the world, but was his love personal? This journey through 66 books in the bible told me yes.
I wonder … for the musician, does he first connect with God through song? For the artist, is it through light and color? He knows our hearts and speaks to us individually, meeting us in our medium to show us how he saturates life. Eagerly, expectantly there so that when we call, he answers. And I wonder now how I ever missed him.
Father, thank you for the creative, personal ways you engage with a world you love. Thank you for your repeating refrain, call to me, and your response in return to us, drawing us ever closer to you.