A couple weekends ago I went to Orange County.
It was glorious.
There was boating, salsa dancing, drunken watermelon, Susie cakes, laughter and friends.
(and that was just Saturday)
Sunday though? Sunday was my day. Haute Cakes, coffee, RockHarbor, getting to see my Grandma Winnie (who might I add made me teary eyed with just one hug, I miss that woman)
Sunday felt like home. It felt normal.
Walking into my church on Sunday was overwhelming. I remember the first Sunday I went after I came back in December. It was something I’d been waiting for. At that point it been a little over 2 months since I’d been in an English speaking church. To not have to listen for translation is something I can’t really describe.
And to be in a place that has seen so many of my tears?
The surge of emotion that came when worship started was almost too much for me, but I held on. I knew that if I lost it, there would be no coming back.
A new series on Sunday “Words of Life”. I feverishly took notes, and read along with the scripture.
But there was one verse that stuck out to me. We were in the book of John (chapter 6), after Jesus fed the 5,000 and He had just explained to them that HE himself was the bread of life. And the disciples could not grasp it. It was too hard of a concept.
So some of them left.
He then turned to the twelve and asked if they were going to go.
Let me stop there.
Life has been rough lately for too many reasons to count. Lonely, depressing, quiet, among many other things.
So when Jesus turns to the twelve and ask if they were going to go I get it. I feel like He’s maybe asked me that question in the last 4 months, not in a “when the going get’s tough” kind of way, more in a “When I just can’t seem to make sense of it” kind of way.
Sometimes Jesus makes NO sense, at all. He speaks in ways that we can’t comprehend or fathom. He knows it’s going to be ok. But sometimes we forget.
In verse 68 Peter says this, “Who will we go to? You have the words of eternal life.”
And it doesn’t say, but in all honesty I picture Peter being weary here. Extremely weary. He’s been following Jesus, listening to him, trying to wrap his head around all of this truth and wisdom. He’s been trying to figure out how it fits in his life. What he is supposed to do with it.
All that thinking is tiring. Truly exhausting.
So at the point where Jesus is asking if they are going to go, Peter throws his hands up and basically is like (this is the Meg Message version), “we know all of it sounds crazy to so many people, we know that sometimes it is crazy but we know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you speak truth, that you are truth and we want to live in that truth.”
And that verse shook me to the core and I’ve been thinking about it ever since.
I know that weary feeling well.
The feeling I’ve had these days takes me back to parking lots and tears and nightlights in the dark.
But the thing is, even then and even now I know that there is nowhere I would rather be and no one I would rather follow then Jesus.
Because even though it is sometimes crazy sounding, even when he tells me to do things that no one ever will understand, I know he speaks the words of eternal life.
So sitting in church, I threw my hands up.
Because really? Where WOULD I go?
Who would I turn too?
Just like the twelve that day, I knew.
Because I know from the bottom of my heart WHO speaks the truth. I know that sometimes those words just aren’t easy to comprehend, but they are still the truth.
I think I’ve always known that. The days when it was super dark, or super bright. Be it in the United States or chilling in my tent in Mozambique, I’ve always known that He is the WAY the TRUTH and the LIFE.
So, when I feel like life has gotten too big or too hard, I’ll remember that. When I feel as if life has gotten away from me or my mind contemplates life without Jesus before I can get my heart to remember what I know I will rest in the knowledge that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that HE is on the throne.
It’s a comforting thought, comforting knowledge to remember and know that HE is on the throne. Because whatever life throws me, WHEREVER life takes me I can be assured in that.
I’ll leave you with these words I wrote. My creative writing professor my senior year along with my songwriting/music theory professor always reminded us less is more. So after you’ve read all of these words you can read this shortened version of everything I just said.