John 1:10-11. I am sitting at the departure terminal at the airport in Havana, Cuba. I have been out of the country for 12 days. Came down on a unique opportunity to peach the gospel in a county that has been closed for years. The work was hard, and the effort was successful, leading to over 130 people coming to Christ, it has been a wonderful thing to be a tool in the hands of the Father. But my mind is turning toward home now. I can’t wait to see Melissa, and my boys.
My boys, they are who are on my mind, especially. What will happen when I get home? How will they feel about me when they see me after such a long time apart?
My dad (aka Pappy) and Grandma came to visit before I left. Note: my boys talk constantly about thief grandparents, but when they were right in front of them they acted like they had never seen them, or ever wanted to see them. It’s that scene that is haunting me.
In the passage of scripture Jesus comes to earth, the long anticipated arrival, this should have been an occasion of great joy, but the Bible paints a different picture.
He came to His own, and those who were His own did not receive Him.” – John 1:11.
Now I can’t compare to the experience of Christ, but I can begin to appreciate what he may have felt when he came to this earth even if it’s in the slightest. The rejection, the unrequited love, the disappointment, the pain. That pain continues today, in every instance that we don’t run to the embrace of the Creator.
Lord, I received you today. Lets catch up. I’d love to be a part of what you got planned today.
