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“The glory that you
have given to me I have given to them, that they may be one even as we are one.” – John 17:22
The beach on the Mediterranean Sea was white and white
people took vacations there and the sea slowly rocked back and forth like a
hammock in a light wind. It was pretty and perfect to sit and stare at and
perfect to swim in without worry of waves. Just off the ocean a low bridge hung
over the water runoff from the sea and that water was brown and stagnant and
volleyballs sometimes rolled too far down into the murky water. There was trash
and bugs and the ball had to be cleaned in the blue ocean. The ball would be
washed but then it would have to wait to dry and locals on the beach hated that
stagnant water under the bridge.
Under the bridge there was a man that was given everything
all his life. He never worked for it, but rather he was born into an inheritance
that would never run dry. He lived under the bridge and lay next to cold water
that didn’t move from under the bridge and he could see the blue Mediterranean
from there. At night the beach and the street that ran alongside the beach was
popular with tourists and he begged them for money. The tourists referred to
him as the beggar.
When he sat on the road in old clothes that used to fit he
put his hand out to them. ‘Please, I am nothing and you are so great. I am
nothing and poor and you have many things, could I have just a little of one
thing?’ he asked every night. His words of his own small stature held more
conviction than his begging. He didn’t expect it but sometimes a coin landed on
the ground near him and he dove on it and treasured it and as he looked at them
from the ground told the giver how great they were above him on the ground.
He collected the coins from the ground, always grateful, and
the inheritance, great enough to change the world, sat there untouched until he
died. Though he always knew the inheritance belonged to him, there was a deep,
nameless misunderstanding that he was not worthy of it. He was not worthy of
the responsibility. He was afraid of the responsibility of such a grand
inheritance. And it was passed onto the next generation. The next generation believed
the same lie, begging for loose change near murky water, the blue Mediterranean
in the background. And the generation after that. Not worthy. Too afraid.
The inheritance sat there, waiting for a generation willing
to take responsibility, to know that the inheritance was given to them, and
know they are worthy of it. It remained there, a check waiting to be cashed – enough
to save the world.
We ask God, and then we ask again, and again, and again, and
then we beg him, and beg, and beg, and maybe we get a little bit of what we’re
asking for, and we can’t believe it. And we thank God, and we thank him, and
thank him, and thank him, and tell him how great he is and how small we are,
and how we don’t deserve any of this, and we’re not worthy. And we live in the
world of an unworthy beggar, diving onto incredibly small gifts and call them
incredible. We’re too scared of the responsibility that comes from accepting “the
hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance.”
As one of my teachers here at G42 says, just ask him once in faith and get on with it. Whether it’s been
received yet or not, say thank you and know it’s coming. It wasn’t just given
to you – it already belongs to you. Pray from a place of thank you, not from a
place of constant asking. That’s the faith of a son or a daughter.
There’s a generation coming that knows who they are. A
church that will get out of the ocean runoff and jump into the sea, get off
their knees and take what belongs to them, ask once for their money out of their
bank account and say thank you while it’s on the way. The world would want to
be a part of that, I believe. Nobody wants to be a beggar. Beggars beg, royalty
decrees. The world won’t change as long as those called to change it look like
beggars. He said it is finished so that we would receive the inheritance. That
we would make a decree.
Whoever believes in
me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things
than these, because I am going to the Father. And I will do whatever you ask in
my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. You may ask for
anything in my name, and I will do it.
Beg – To ask for as a charity
Decree – an authoritative order having the force of law
Which one are you living from?
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