“Night and day, whether he sleeps or gets up, the seed sprouts and grows, though he does not know how.” Mark 4:27
One of my dearest friends and I have known each other for going on 20 years now. We’ve seen each other through a lot of different stages and seasons of life. Bad boyfriends and breakups, new jobs and HR moments, haircuts we never should have had, even weddings and a divorce. Now for the first time in nearly two decades of friendship, we’ve started talking about Jesus.
For a long time, I was skittish to talk about my faith. She’s the friend who has seen me at my ugliest and my lowest. She knows the path I was on before Jesus came into my life. She has also seen how even now with Jesus as my savior I struggle to be obedient, still fall and skin my knees, and at times behave in ways that defy the faith I profess and the Jesus whom I love. Knowing that I’m a poor follower, I’ve let that fact keep me from talking about Jesus too loudly or too much.
With or without me, Jesus is wooing my friend’s heart.
My friend wants to talk to me about this Jesus wooing her heart.
She has a lot of questions and they’re good questions. I’d love to tell you that I’m nailing every one of them with a perfect answer, but I’m not. She sees me get uncomfortable and tongue-tied. She hears my churchy vocabulary and listens as I struggle to explain what I mean. She listens still when the beliefs I speak of contradict the hardness we both know is in my heart. She knows now too that some things I don’t have an answer for at all.
But Jesus is wooing her heart. That truth overcomes my restricted vocabulary and hypocrisy every. single. time.
While He’s doing something in my friend’s heart, it turns out He’s working in mine too. He’s showing me that in all of this it’s not about having the right words or smooth knees. It’s not about me at all. What is drawing my friend to Jesus is Jesus.
I don’t know how the story is going to end. I know there will be an invitation and it will be up to my friend to make a decision. The only thing required of me in any of this is to get up and fix my eyes back on Jesus when I stumble. Because I will and that’s okay. Because my friend is being wooed by Jesus, the Author and Perfecter of our faith.
Everything else is up to Him.