Yesterday I had the opportunity to speak at church. Everyone on staff was assigned one of Jesus' seven last works. Mine was "it is finished." For a few shaky moments I stood in the darkness of Calvary's sanctuary and spoke these words. I'm so glad that both Matt and Robyn could be there.
I want less confusion and more stillness, less fatigue and more focus, less doubt and more confidence. I want sixty degrees in February, strong coffee with a splash of cream, impromptu girls nights, romantic dinners at Broders, only good hair days, eight hours of sleep each night, and the magic ability to never be misunderstood.
I want. I want. I want.
And oh, do I need. I need love, understanding, music that resonates with my soul, hope for a future, time in God’s word, and self-control. Each and every fruit of the spirit heaped onto me in large doses.
Phillipians 4:19 says, “And my God will supply every need of yours according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus.” What a promise.
When I was a little girl my grandmother would sign each letter to me with: I love you, God loves you. I remember reading those words with perplexity. Who was this God? And why did He love me? How could He love me, or know me—a seven year old in Minneapolis? How could I know Him?
I wanted, I needed.
During the last moments on the cross Jesus, humbly born yet regal in essence, submitted to the will of the father. He uttered, “it is finished.” The term doesn’t signify an ending, but instead a completion of a task. He filled both my wants and needs in that very moment.
So I must ask you today, is it completed for you? Do you know the Lord who longs to make you whole? You see, by choosing this you allow Jesus, Saviour of mankind, to meet all your needs. The final bit of extravagance shown passionately through that dramatic moment on the cross of Calvary.