The United States of America must spend a fortune on running clothes. They come in all sizes, shapes, styles, brands and for all types of weather. I know there are many a die hard runner in America and this speeding towards health speaks well of the culture in many ways. It also speaks of time, and money. It speaks of a life style of discipline but also of luxury. There are few men in our city in South Asia who ever run. They work when there is electricity and sleep when there is not. They stand before roaring looms barely making a hundred dollars a month to sustain a family of seven. This may sound painful or impossible or something we would like to close our ears to but it is truth.
It is not the truth of everyone in South Asia. But for the most part Indian do not run. Perhaps they go to the "Stadium" and trot around the outside of the cricket pitch but those people are few and far between.
Here in Chapter 8 of Luke we see a father running. Though I love the running father in the Prodigal Son this father, Jairus, catches my wonder. What a beautiful picture of love. A father who loves his daughter so much that he runs to Jesus for help. This is a wonder. This shows a father's love that abounded out of cultural norms or expectations. Jairus' act of desperation, for only a desperate man runs, is muted for us a culture full of runners.
So do we run to Jesus for our children. Not that disciplined, good endeavor of praying faithfully everyday, but do we pummel ourselves forward through the crowd desperate and gasping for our children.
With a little sentimentality may I suggest wrapping your arms around your littles, or big'uns, and crying out to Jesus for something that lies heavy on your heart about them. And may you in the hustle and bustle continue to push through the crowded schedule to get to Jesus with your heart!
It is not the truth of everyone in South Asia. But for the most part Indian do not run. Perhaps they go to the "Stadium" and trot around the outside of the cricket pitch but those people are few and far between.
Here in Chapter 8 of Luke we see a father running. Though I love the running father in the Prodigal Son this father, Jairus, catches my wonder. What a beautiful picture of love. A father who loves his daughter so much that he runs to Jesus for help. This is a wonder. This shows a father's love that abounded out of cultural norms or expectations. Jairus' act of desperation, for only a desperate man runs, is muted for us a culture full of runners.
So do we run to Jesus for our children. Not that disciplined, good endeavor of praying faithfully everyday, but do we pummel ourselves forward through the crowd desperate and gasping for our children.
With a little sentimentality may I suggest wrapping your arms around your littles, or big'uns, and crying out to Jesus for something that lies heavy on your heart about them. And may you in the hustle and bustle continue to push through the crowded schedule to get to Jesus with your heart!
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