Walking jacketless on a February morning is a welcome surprise.
I am on a back street in Florida, hoofing my way to a three-day session I’ll be working. It’s going to be a demanding week in a month of heavy travel.
But I have opted to walk because, literally and figuratively, I don’t want to be so driven. This walk is the tiny window in my wall of work where I get to notice the world around me.
How fitting it is, then, that for a block, I am following a wall. It’s hard not to observe the impressive line of curled iron prongs, guarding the top against intruders. This is a barrier serious about its business of keeping people out.
I meditate on this. Work, lately, has been like a wall for me. Once I get focused on the task at hand, everything unrelated gets pushed away. Including Jesus. It’s not intentional, nor malicious – simply the tyranny of concentration. But it bothers me.
I picture Jesus, standing just over the wall of my attention, saying:
Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me. (Rev. 3:20)
I want to have that door always open.
A little later, I come across some wonderful tree roots, reaching like fingers into the dark soil. They start me thinking that maybe my concept of opening a door needs to be adjusted. The metaphor needs to change.
What I need is to be so rooted in his love and presence that I don’t need to interrupt my focus to open a door to Jesus in the middle of my day. Instead, I need his thoughts and priorities to soak up into everything I do.
Maybe the right word is permeate. On my flight in, I took this rather hazy photo of the shoreline of an estuary. What caught my eye is how the water seems to visibly soak into the shoreline.
That’s what I want my relationship with Jesus to do: permeate my day. So that even in the midst of my focused work, his character saturates me. So that a subterranean communion continues throughout the day, even if it only occasionally bubbles into conscious thought.
Maybe the best way past a wall is under it.
Lord, how we desire to have you permeate our days. We want our devotional time with you to be just the start of an ongoing day-long dialogue. Will you, through the Holy Spirit, overcome our unintentional walls? We invite you in.
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