Just as I am. I must come to Jesus in my mess. In my bad. In my distraction. In my laziness. In my impatience. In my anger. In my unforgiveness. In my pain. In my sorrow. Just as I am.
Take no thought. I must forgive myself for yesterday, be kind to myself today, and not worry about tomorrow. Fight only today’s battles. Set yesterday’s battles free and leave tomorrow’s battles alone.
Come to Jesus taking no thought just as I am. When Jesus pulls to the curb where I am living safely and says with a smile “Let’s go!”, I only need to accept His certainly dangerous invitation knowing that he will take care of all I need.
“But. I am not prepared!” I reason. “I am in my pajamas and have no pockets, nothing with me to help along the way!”
Gazing into His eyes, I am surprised to see longing there. “Don’t worry.”, Jesus reassures, “I packed everything we need!”
Still, I hesitate. “But where are we going? Can’t you tell me at least that much?”
He leans over and opens the passenger door for me with a playful, “Come on. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.”
And so, if I am to share in the joy and sufferings of Jesus today, I must come as I am unprepared for the journey and in all my grubbiness. In fact, it seems Jesus prefers me to come that way, grubby and carefree. Very much like a child, I think.
As we pass through the hills and valleys together, I notice a peculiar thing. Something I could not have imagined and for which I had barely hoped. The moment by moment present companionship of Jesus in my mess mysteriously transforms it into something else. Bad experiences are worked for my good. Distraction becomes focus. Laziness is compelled to industry. Impatience melts into empathy. Anger rests in trust. Unforgiveness gives way to compassion. Pain and ecstasy coexist in love, and the long, dark night of sorrow gives way to bright morning rays of joy.