I see myself tumbling out of control down a grassy hill, head over heals.
I see Jesus standing at the top of the hill, his head tilted to one side wondering what I’m doing. He shrugs his shoulders and tumbles down the hill in the same fashion.
Laying exhausted at the base of the hill I hear Jesus laughing coming down the hill; he lands next to me. Breathing hard he says, “I’m not sure why you took that route, what a ride”.
We lay quietly looking at the sky.
After a long pause I respond, “I don’t know why either.”
Jesus reaches out and grabs my hand, “You can ask for help, I’m always with you.”
I squeeze his hand.
Jesus sits up, “Looks like a storm.”
Too exhausted to respond, I watch the clouds roll in.
Rain falls, a storm breaks; we get soaked. Lightening cracks the sky, thunders booms. I sit there without seeking shelter.
Jesus patiently waits with me.
I wonder why he won’t calm the storm?
Lightening smacks a near by rock, I run for shelter. My heart pounds, frightened I run. Jesus runs with me. Soaking wet, full of fear I find shelter under a tree.
My heart calms. Jesus stands by my side.
“I don’t remember this tree being here”.
Jesus pulls out tiny round seeds from a pouch.
“What are those?”
“Mustard seeds, your grandma planted one by faith, right here, she watered it with prayers; asked and asked. That’s how this tree grew here.”
The rain subsides. The sky clears.
We stand in the shade of the tree. It’s peaceful yet I’m unsure where to go, what to do.
I walk toward an overly populated city, the streets are crowded with people.
I come to a series of buildings with numbered doors. I’m not sure where to go.
Jesus watches as I stand confused, not sure which door to knock on.
Walking across the street I notice in white letters the word, “Yield” painted on the street.
Jesus calls to me, “If you don’t A-S-K. you won’t G-E-T.” He chuckles, wraps his arm around me and guides me across.
On the other side are three doors numbered in consecutive order.
“Which door do I choose?”
Jesus smiles, “Go ahead knock on all three, they’re all yours”.
He motions me to go ahead.
I knock on the first door, it opens to a hallway with more doors; I keep knocking, doors open.
Jesus hollers from the end of the hallway, “You have open access, keep knocking.”
I keep knocking, more doors open. There’s two glass doors with a sign. I look to Jesus, he’s gone.
Looking back up at the sign it says, “ASK.” I read the sign out loud; the doors swing open.
Jesus is waiting inside at a long table.
“Why didn’t you force me to come here? It’s so beautiful!”
“What kind of relationship would we have if I forced you?”
Jesus invites me to sit at the table. We eat, we share, we laugh, we commune.
He tips his glass and says, “Next time just ask, your grandma did.”
Take time to read:
Matthew 7.7-11, “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. 8 For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened. Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!”
James 1.6, “But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind.”
1 John 5.14, “This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us.”
Hebrews 4.16, “ Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.”
Ephesians 3.11-12, “according to his eternal purpose that he accomplished in Christ Jesus our Lord. In him and through faith in him we may approach God with freedom and confidence.”
with new eyes