One
of the profoundest promises in all of Scripture (and, thus, all of history) is,
“Surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age” (Mt. 28:20). We cheat ourselves each moment we let pass without cashing in on those words. Every
fear, every task, every mystery and turning corner, every long stretch of
seemingly endless road under a burdensome sun, each trial and joy and calling
and confrontation, all of life should be filtered through the lens of that
divine treasure of a promise.
And
it is especially held out to the disciple-makers, whether ordained servants of
Word, order, and sacrament, or lay apprentices to the Master. Anyone committed
to the work of disciple-making—in its myriad ordered and spontaneous
incarnations—will find a palpable fulfillment of that precious promise, nothing
less than the abiding presence of the Master himself.
“Do
my work,” he says. “Live the life that I am making you to live. Do the work that I am equipping you to do. Step into the story that we are writing together. You will have enough—power, provision, peace—you will have
all you need, because I am with you. Through struggles and doubts
and wins and losses and the sheer pain of the mundane, I am with you. In the
dark night of the soul and the new mercies of the morning, I wake and walk with
you.
“When
you fix yourself to your own formation as a true disciple, forsaking all else,
and when you sacrifice yourself for the loving good of another’s growth into my
likeness, that’s when you will find me most keenly present. Fill yourself and empty yourself and there I am, empowering you,
catching you, restoring you, running ahead of you and urging you on, giving my
life for you, raising you.
“But
even when you give up, fall down, or just decide to hide until the day is done,
you are mine and I am yours. Until the sun finally sets forever on this
present, desperate age, and the dawn of the new in ribbons of pink and orange
finally turns to the full light of day and you see face to face, even so, I am
with you.”
That
is surely a big enough promise to live into for all of our days. All humble
thanks to our loving Lord, for his promise and, especially, for his presence.
May we grow to be as present to him as he is to us.
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