Every thirteen years a phenomenon happens. Cicadas make an appearance. They are bugs that are annoying, noisy and serve no purpose. Rumor has it that Cicadas are sweet and delicious. If you could have a piece of chocolate…who would eat a bug?
For two weeks every thirteen years, I complain about them. I dodge them and if one lands on me, heaven forbid, I gasp, brush it off and crush it under foot. If I am wearing good shoes, of course I carefully step around them so I won’t get their dirt on the bottom of my shoes.
I took a mental note to ask God about these bugs when I get to heaven.
Maybe God thought I would forget the question by the time I reached the pearly gates or maybe I would benefit by His answer now, so God told me that He commissioned and equipped me to go out and make disciples of the nations. Yes, but I still didn’t understand. So He explained it like this. He reminded me of the people He brought into my life for me to disciple. Some clung to me like a bad habit, others were very loud and so very annoying. Some of them I carefully dodged while others I gingerly avoided so I wouldn’t come in contact with their dirt. I boldly spoke the truth to others but lacking in love I only crushed their spirits. Eventually they went away bruised and hurt wondering why they would even want to be a Christian.
I failed to recognize the dirt on the bottom of my own shoes and saw those people who God brought into my life not as opportunities but as annoyances never noticing how sweet they were. Embarrassed I whispered, “Do You think they would give me another chance? I listened for the response, “Maybe in another 13 years.”
Matthew 28:19, 20 Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you.
by Jackie Horn