JAYNE AGAIN

I’ve been busy playing God. Well, I wish. I’m really just acting as His secretary: telling Him his messages, His next appointments, etc. Each time I tell him the updates, He flashes a loving smile in my direction and nods. You’d think He’d get all uptight with all these calls and all those things on His “To-Do” lists, but He doesn’t. He’s the Man of the Hour. He’s the man of EVERY hour! He walks around with a soft, quiet confidence and everyone just adores Him!

As I watch Him around His office, I forget for a minute about the never-ending To-Do list I have made for Him. I suddenly notice numbers of other people with their own To-Do lists swarming around Him. Some waving their lists in front of His face (still, He just smiles) and others slipping it in His pocket secretly along with some sort of present or offering. Some are dressed in the finest of clothing with diamond necklaces and cuff-links. These people keep coming with their lists wrapped up real nice in lovely boxes with neatly written bribes and negotiations written in a card on top, with sparkles and shine, hoping theirs will be noticed and attended to first. He just smiles.

There is another sort of people there too. I don’t even know where these other people came from or how I managed to not notice them earlier, but as I look down at my own list now, it seems unimportant. Many of these people have their lists written on dirty old pieces of paper.Quite a few don’t even have anything to write it on and shamelessly beg at His feet for their lists to be known and met as well. These are the one’s whose clothing reflect tattered messes that are nothing worthy of meeting with Him, but He doesn’t even seem to notice. In fact, these are the people to whom He gives more than just a smile or nod; To each of these humble beggars, He extends His hand. He pulls them to their feet, making them eye-level with Him and wraps his arms around their sunken shoulders, holding them close.

I don’t even know now what it is I wrote on these pages and pages of requests in my hands. I feel now that it doesn’t matter. I want to meet those people that He raised from begging at His feet. I want to know what they know so I can be embraced as they have been. I want to know Him as they know Him.