They rave about it at our church for weeks … rave about the arrival of Bob Goff. Even my husband is excited about it. And besides imagining the meaning of the words “love does”, I know nothing of what to expect. My expectations are hopeful for a message that moves me, but I have no idea what it will be.
I sit mesmerized by the blue screen with the balloons floating up. The colored balloons. And I can’t lie. I’m attracted to their color and larger-than-life size, reminded of parties and celebrations and joy. I’m lifted by their buoyancy and feeling lighter because of their presence. Still. What does doing love have to do with floating balloons? And just as I’m lost in the pondering, worship music jolts me back. And with the shrug of a shoulder, I wait to see.
We worship about the love of God … how I’m so unworthy, but still He loves me. How He’s who I need. How there’s no other name but Jesus. How the riches of His love will always be enough. And how my heart will sing, no other name, Jesus. Jesus.
As I sing, my insides are tossed and turned at the thought of his love. Not because I’m nervous. But because of how undeservedly blessed I am that He takes a chance on me.
That He wants me.
That He loves me.
In spite of it all.
My insides flip-flop and my heart fills with emotion when I realize, again, there is never EVER anything that can, or will, separate me from His great love.
For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39 (ESV)
And then it happens.
Who knew I’d need a seatbelt in church?
Who knew I’d laugh in one second, and then, after the next sentence, feel my eyes water with thanks for the way God loves?
Who knew I’d be captivated and time would fly at the speed of sound and it’d be over before I could absorb it all?
Who knew I’d leave changed, unable to shake this kind of love that does. What a wild ride. I want to get on again. I want to ride over and over until I know the ride by heart.
Bob Goff describes the love of a Savior. A love that doesn’t just think about loving, but a love that does.
What comfort I find as he speaks…
I am part of the bride of Christ. As the doors open, Jesus, my groom, stands at the end of the aisle and grins teary-eyed as He sees me.
He knows me, and still … He loves me.
He does not define me by what I do or who I am.
He sees who I am becoming in Him.
Life sometimes clutters my view of Jesus. It fills with countless things and I can’t even see Him, let alone hear His voice.
The best practice is to just quit something. To look at life and all I’m doing, and just quit. Every week to just quit something, each passing week leaving more room to SEE Him.
It’s true. Sometimes I fake it. I’m a poser, trying too hard.
Because I’m afraid …
Afraid of not doing enough. Not being enough.
Afraid of failing. Afraid I won’t measure up.
But Jesus says … be not afraid. BE. NOT. AFRAID.
I am chosen.
I am called. Called to live a life worthy of my calling.
And what is that?
What am I called to do?
Well … perhaps that’s the wrong question. Maybe the better question is …
What am I good at? What am I REALLY good at? Yeah. Do that. Start there.
What am I bad at? Yeah. Don’t do that. Just don’t.
Everyone wants to make a difference in the world, but few want to live differently. Few want to leave the comfort of thinking about loving and actually do love.
To choose to extend the hands and feet of Jesus.
To SEE who someone is becoming and intentionally choose to show them love.
Like a floating balloon lifts into the sky … We must LIFT THEM UP.
And when it does, God moves. He changes everything.
And He wants to blow my mind with all He has in store as I choose to do love.
Bob’s energy is contagious. His love for Jesus is infectious. His acts of love nothing less than pure inspiration for my heart.
His is a message that moves me in deep ways–ways God has already been preparing my heart to hear.
And I am changed.
I stand in the line to meet Bob with his balloon-clad book in hand.
And he oozes the love of Jesus when I meet him.
There are no handshakes with Bob. No way!
With Bob there are only hugs.
There are only eyes locked, intent listening, and words of life-filled encouragement offered…
Get to know Jesus.
Watch what He did, what He said, and where He went.
See who He loved and how He loved.
Stop bible-studying and begin bible-doing.
Do just the next thing. One small step at a time.
Do love. And then watch what God does, and where He leads.
Pay attention to the doors He opens.
Pick those, and just do it again. And again. And again.
And get ready for God to blow your mind!
Forever I will remember the Sharpie-words he writes in my book with his very own hand…
“What a treat to SEE you. Love God. Love people. Do stuff.”
Do stuff. Because LOVE DOES.
I went to church this morning.
I heard Bob Goff.
And I will never be the same.
When is the last time you let your love do stuff?