This morning I came across this line in a poem by Ann Weems:
For you know not when God comes.
Watch that you might be found…
I had to stop and read the line twice to be sure that I read it correctly.
In religious circles we usually think and speak about our finding God and what we need to do or what you need to do or what others need to do in order to find God, but rarely do we speak about God finding us.
But as I think about it, in reality, we are more lost than we are searching.
Lost in our list of things to do.
Lost in our sense of privilege and importance.
Lost in busyness that blinds us to those whose lives intersect ours.
Lost in a confusion between what we think is important and what is REALLY important.
I don’t know about you…
Sometimes I hardly know about myself,
But the truth is I am often lost in all those places and more.
And, the good news may be…
The promise of Christmas may be…
That it is into the midst of that craziness that God comes to find me…