I JUST NEED A FEW THINGS
I am not a shopper. There are many things I love to do, but
shopping is not one of them. I enjoy
looking around an antique store, but clothes shopping happens, maybe, twice a
year. I like going to wineries, but Target
holds no magic. I enjoy art museums and
book stores, but only go to Walmart when absolutely necessary. If I am in need of material for baby blanket
material I can spend a long time matching the border to the main pattern, but I
try to be in and out of most stores in the least amount of time as
possible. But sometimes shopping cannot
be avoided.
The list is short. I just need a few things. It will not take long. I needed shampoo – oh, look, it is on sale. Toothpaste – better get a couple new brushes
too. This darn sinus requires
Kleenex. And all those battery operated
decorations seem to drain AA batteries as if they were drinking a milkshake –
buy two and get one free. What a deal! And, just like that, before I even realize
it, the cart is full. What
happened? The list was short. Honest.
There were only a few things.
I have a rather vivid imagination
– surely the result of no TV until I was around 13, having to visualize the
story told on the radio, and reading books.
Lots of books. Yes, I have an
imagination and I can close my eyes and picture Jesus setting up a booth at the
Friday morning farmer’s market. An empty
booth!
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Jesus is standing there, under a
stripped tent held up by poles, and waiting.
The market will open shortly, but there he stands while all the other
merchants are scrambling to set out their fruit and vegetables and pottery and
rope. They all have so much to
offer. And Jesus stands there. He is nodding to the merchants walking by and
they snicker because they see nothing to sell.
The women, with handmade items, walk quickly by and then talk about the
strange man at the table. They whisper,
“Is he for real? Is he waiting on
someone to deliver his goods? Oh, we
better get set up. It is almost time.”
The gates open and --
A child walks right up to
Jesus. Kneeling down, he looks at the
child and smiles. At first the child’s
mother is uneasy, but one look into Jesus’ eyes and she knows this man would
always cherish her child. And she trusts.
A young man walked by and Jesus
called his name. The young man looked up
and said, “Do I know you?” You will. With a bowed head and heavy heart, the young
man whispered his greatest fear. You do not need to worry about tomorrow. Wait till then. Tell me how I can help you right now. And the young man calmly walked away.
A woman slipped from behind
Jesus’ tent, looked around, and asked, “Would you have a sip of water for
me. I am very thirsty.” Of
course, but come around here. “Oh
no. I am a Samaritan…” It will
be okay. Here…this water will quench
your thirst. After one sip the woman
ran away to tell the others.
The elderly man bumped into
Jesus. “I am sorry. I should have been watching where I was
going.” Maybe you are on the wrong path.
The LORD has a special plan for you and a future. “For me?
But I am old. Useless.” No. Would you go talk to the young man…the one in
the red sandals…red sandals, can you believe what these kids wear today… you
are a potter, right? “Yes, but how
did you know?” The red sandal guy is in need of your skills in his new shop. “Are you sure…oh, yes. I will go immediately.” Changing direction, the elderly man was soon
shaking the hand of the kid in the red sandals.
Jesus was taking down his tent
and a merchant stopped and asked, “Did you not have anything to sell?”
You are right. I had not one
thing to sell.
“But everyone talked to you. Were you selling something they had to go
pick up? Or was Amazon delivering?”
Is your house far? I am going to
be your guest tonight. We need to talk
about salvation and how the lost can be saved.
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Yes, I have a vivid
imagination.
But what if…
what if Jesus set up
a booth at the local farmer’s market?
What would you find?
Scriptures: Luke 18:16-17, Matthew 6:34, John 4:10,
Jeremiah 29:11, and Luke 19:10
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