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"Those who have the disease called Jesus will never be cured" ~Old Russian Proverb

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Parson to Person

It's been brought to my attention that having the entire series of 'P2P' accessible through one link would be a blessing, enabling folks to go back to earlier installments with greater ease. I'm working on gathering the whole series in one file and hope to have that link in place very soon. To those of you enjoying the series - thanks for reading!

#20 ~ An ongoing 'imaginative/non-fictional' series.

“It’s silly, really. I mean, in the end it wasn’t even my heart – it was gas!” Jesse said with sort of an embarrassed laugh. “For a little while there, though, I thought I might be dying. I was so scared.”
The four of us took turns remembering that morning. We were all worried.

Jessica seemed to give Jesse an encouraging nudge. He continued, “All I could think was ‘I am too young to die’. I mean, there has to be more. Even after the doc told me I was going to be fine, I’ve been rethinking this whole life of mine. Jess and I have been talking - there has to be more to life than just getting by for a few decades and then dying. We haven’t really thought about this stuff much before. Now, it’s all we’re thinking about. So, what’s all this about? Why now?”

I had one of those awesome experiences I’ve sometimes had when sharing about Jesus or in preaching a sermon – one of those moments when I’m conscious of two conversations going on at the same time. I was speaking with Jesse about God, but at the very same time I was speaking to God about Jesse, and listening to God for just what to say. I’m confident that the Lord was giving me words through which He was revealing His love to Jesse and Jessica. I realized, also, how vastly different those words coming out of my mouth were from the pat answers I had learned in seminary. This was a heartfelt conversation, not a sales pitch.

Jessica spoke up, “What about all the weird stuff?” She urged her husband, “Tell Brian about it.”
“Weird stuff?” I asked. “Let me guess: ever since that morning you’ve been noticing all sorts of strange coincidences and little things that call your attention to God, right?”

The Gerrys were shocked. “How did you know?” Jesse asked.
They chronicled a list: everything from a distant relative calling them out of the blue and mentioning his church to having a car with a license plate that read ‘It’s God’ parked in the cul-de-sac one afternoon. “Man, every day there’s something like that,” Jesse concluded.
Sarah and I were thrilled to share with our friends about the pursuing love of God. On the way home we rejoiced; they were being pursued by the Hound of Heaven!


  • Having all the chapters together is a great idea... then you should look into publishing. I know a great designer who would love to design the cover. :)

    By Lisa Andreasen, at 3/15/2006 10:00 AM  

  • A great poem, The Hound of Heaven. It's author led a sad existence. It shows that God's truth shines no matter the circumstances.


    By Higher Up, Further In, at 3/16/2006 9:41 AM  

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