GOD'S LOVING PURSUIT - - -
by Max Lucado

"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life." Psalm 23:6

Dare we envision a God who follows us? Who pursues us? Who chases us? Who tracks us down and wins us over? Who follows us with "goodness and mercy" all the days of our lives?

Isn't this the kind of God described in the Bible? A God who follows us?

Moses can tell you about it. He was forty years in the desert when he looked over his shoulder and saw a bush blazing. God had followed him into the wilderness.

Jonah can tell you about it. He was a fugitive on a boat when he looked over his shoulder and saw clouds brewing. God had followed him onto the ocean.

The disciples of Jesus knew the feeling of being followed by God. They were rain soaked and shivering when they looked over their shoulders and saw Jesus walking toward them. God had followed them into the storm.

John the Apostle was banished on Patmos when he looked over his shoulder and saw the skies begin to open. God had followed him into his exile.

Lazarus was three days dead in a sealed tomb when he heard a voice, lifted his head, and looked over his shoulder and saw Jesus standing. God had followed him into death.

Peter had denied his Lord and gone back to fishing when he heard his name and looked over his shoulder and saw Jesus cooking breakfast. God had followed him in spite of his failure.

God is the God who follows. I wonder... have you sensed him following you? We often miss him.

Through the kindness of a stranger. The majesty of a sunset. The mystery of romance. Through the question of a child or the commitment of a spouse. Through a word well spoken or a touch well timed, have you sensed his presence?

His goodness and mercy will follow us all the days of our lives.
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Learning from Fools
The safe thing to do with power and possessions.
by Andy Crouch | posted 02/01/2006 09:00 a.m.

When I tell my grandchildren about America at the turn of the century, I will tell them about houses and wars.

I will tell them about houses in places like Wheaton, Illinois, a one-time center of mild, middle-class, Midwestern evangelical Christianity, where grand teardown mansions loom where bungalows once stood. I will tell them about the heady days of option ARMS, cash-out refinancing, and homebuilders whose stock prices made the front page.

I will tell them about our wars, fought with blustering confidence and dubious competence, ambitious and precarious, like a teardown on a tiny lot.

Then I will tell them two of Jesus' most misinterpreted parables.

In Luke 14, Jesus tells the stories of a tower builder and an embattled king. In many English Bibles, these twin parables are labeled "The Cost of Discipleship." But Jesus' first hearers would have known that label was exactly backwards. For these stories are not about disciples, but fools.

A man sets out to build a tower, but is unable to complete it—and in an instant, the crowd, immersed in the Hebrew Scriptures, would think of an infamous tower-building project that was never completed. A king sets out to win an unwinnable war—and these residents of occupied territories would think of Israel and Judah's humiliating defeats at the hand of imperial armies.

Make no mistake. The tower builder and the king are not models of discipleship. When does Jesus ever speak of discipleship as if it were a construction project, carefully calculated and accounted for, or a war, in which we marshal our own forces and find them adequate for the battle? Biblical faith is the abandonment of our tower building, the surrender of our ambitions to foolishly fight our way to security. These two men are at risk of becoming fools in the full biblical sense—blinded by their prosperity and power to the most basic form of common sense, not to mention the ultimate reality of their dependence on God.

And yet, as Jesus tells the story, they do have one last chance. Which of you, he asks, will not first sit down and count the cost of building the tower? When the king sees that his forces are overmatched, "he will send a delegation while the other is still a long way off and will ask for terms of peace." Each man is on the cusp of a decision. The builder's wealth is not sufficient—he must decide whether to admit it or to persist in his folly. The king's army will never win—but he still can ask for peace and avoid sending his forces into a suicidal conflict.

So Jesus invites the crowds following him to sit down and count the cost—not of discipleship, but of non-discipleship. Non-discipleship means believing that we will be able to complete our insane Babel of self-provision; non-discipleship means blindly rushing into battle as enemies of God, having vastly overestimated our ability to prevail. Discipleship is the process of soberly counting our assets and coming to terms with their insufficiency to carry us through a life lived apart from God. It is not discipleship, in the end, that is costly—it is folly.

All this makes sense of the devastating words that immediately follow: "Any of you who does not give up everything he has cannot be my disciple." The builder is deceived, or nearly so, by the surplus that enables him to consider his tower. The king's 10,000 soldiers could easily lure him into complacency. Possessions and power are instruments of blindness. They endanger our very souls. The only safe thing to do with them is to forsake them, to put them beyond use, beyond the reach of our foolish dreams.

We Americans, laden with more possessions and more power than any Judean king or Roman emperor ever imagined, pour our energies and our hopes into building projects. We confidently send our armies abroad with preemptive proclamations of victory. Do American Christians dare assume that we have not been infected with the hubris of our nation? Our only hope is discipleship, the practice of ruthlessly liberating ourselves from anything that might prop up our project of self-justification.

But if Jesus' stories are true, our story may come to a surprising and hopeful end. Perhaps we, too, will one day find ourselves at the end of our resources. We will begin to be in want. We will find ourselves in exile, in a far country, famished fools. Then we will come to ourselves, amid the ruined towers and garrisons, and begin to make our way home. And perhaps then, while we are still far off, Another will run to us offering terms of peace.

Perhaps, in these terrifying and wonderful stories, he already has.