My boy had a track meet Tuesday night. Afterwards, we decided to stop at a local fast food restaurant. We chose this one because Shane had an offer for a $2.99 taco platter and there were 5 of us, because we had one of Malachi’s friends and Tabs with us. And Shane’s cheap. And anytime we can eat for less than 20 bucks we’ll take it. And Pico on the side? Uh Um Yes please.
We walked in to be greeted by a gregarious young man that looked more like my kids than like me. He wasn’t in uniformed but told us his name and loudly informed us that he worked there “sometimes.” He also announced that they had the “best food in the whole world.” It didn’t take long to realize that this boy had been smokin’ somethin. We continued to be polite, but we were all watching to see where this guy was and what he was doing. And let me add here that my husband a pretty big guy so when he begins to get nervous it puts us all on alert.
Thankfully, we walked away without incident. But as I’ve considered the plight of this young man, I’ve found more compassion for him than anything.
This young man is like so many today.
At one point in my life, many years ago, I was empty too. But God called me and claimed me as his own.
Yes, there are difficult days. Days where my joy seems a distant memory among the purging of gold. Because refinement and growth is not fun or easy. But, thanks be to God! I am no longer empty!
I pray somehow, some day Antonio discovers more than a meth pipe. I pray that one day he will have a testimony to declare that “Jesus is the best thing in the whole world. (Although I admit, this restaurant is one of my favorite cheap eats for Mexican).
I pray that as this Easter weekend approaches, we are all filled with the love of Jesus. That we all glory in His saving grace of the Cross. That we realize that apart from our sin, there is nothing that we can offer. That we can only rejoice in the sacrifice made on our behalf.
Once for all. Jesus. On the cross.
That in our messes of “trying better” we fail. Always. We fail. This doesn’t mean we don’t try. As believers with the Holy Spirit living in us, we can do nothing less. Yet, it’s complicated to understand how only Christ’s atoning work on saves. His grace; completely sufficient to save us wretches from an empty life. Praise God!
He IS Risen!
BTW, It’s good to be linking up with Kate and the gang at Five Minute Friday again this week. The past two weekends were super busy. A track meet for my two youngest and a homeschool conference kept me away from the computer.. This week’s word was “empty”.