Our pastor on Sunday said, “Jesus thinks we are important.” He went on to explain John 10:
14 “I am the good shepherd. I know my own sheep and they know me, 15 just as the Father knows me and I know the Father. I give up my life for the sheep. 16 I have other sheep that don’t belong to this sheep pen. I must lead them too. They will listen to my voice and there will be one flock, with one shepherd.
“I try to memorize the names of the people I meet. Knowing and saying their name is important.” He continued. “Jesus knows our name.”
Then, a bit later, he said, “But how many people know our names, but don’t know us?”
I took a walk yesterday after work. The stars were numerous and the air cold. I didn’t go into the forest, but stayed on the street. S.M. stayed in the house. He worked a lot of hours and so felt too tired to walk with me. This was okay.
Walking feeds my soul. I also couldn’t stop thinking about what my pastor said. How often do I call people by their names? How often do I remember them? Do I even know them?
Do they know me?
That’s what Faith Barista’s, Bonnie, talked about last week. That’s what our pastor insinuated. We are beloved. Jesus knows our name.
Jesus knows my favorite color.
He knows what I love to eat.
He knows that sometimes I don’t mind taking a walk without my husband.
Jesus knows me.
S.M. is the only other soul on the face of this earth who knows me. Even my mom doesn’t know me half as well as she thinks, and my friends…well…I don’t know if they know me.
I’ve been tempted to quiz people on Facebook to find out how many of my “friends” actually know who I am, but I stop before I press post.
I stopped at the corner of two streets. It was so dark that I began to see things that weren’t there, like glowing eyes from Javalina, and in the distance, I heard the faint bark of a neighbor’s dog. Occasionally, I heard a car on the next street. Someone’s fire place was burning. I could smell the juniper. My cheeks felt numb from the crisp air.
I turned and walked back towards the house at a leisurely stride. A sense of loneliness invaded my soul. Facebook has made our world smaller, but yet, it hasn’t grown our community. My friend says it’s because people haven’t yet grasped the concept of SOCIAL media.
Do you know me?
Do I know you?
I can only promise that Jesus knows you.
Are you ready to accept Him yet? Please email me. Let’s talk.