I am a three-letter word spoken by God Most High, nowhere near the infinite Word He yet speaks as our Lord Jesus Christ. He has made me a little like His Son, I hope, that there is a little spark in me that reminds God our Father of the one in whom there is no fault. I think that is salvation, after all, and so I must hope for that. I know that only to seek Heaven is to lose it, so let me not do that. And if I stray from the path, at least let me have love in my heart when I do, that I never completely lose myself — not to the things of this world, not those. The apostle Paul said that the seen will pass away, and it is the unseen that is eternal.
God has granted me a little of my Lord Jesus Christ, and that means He has given me much. Let me become more than a panhandler to the Lord, let me so not always approach Him with the words I have meant those many times in prayer: "Alms for a beggar?" I must serve God, though how? It shouldn't matter but often it does.... Perhaps I am too much that I will serve God at my convenience, and that is no service at all. My Lord Jesus Christ, forgive the failure that I am. I dwell too much in the good intentions that never bear fruit. Anchor my heart in the port of God, and if I sail into far seas, may I always return to my true home in You.
