I am sitting on my front porch. In a moment I will be inside, lounging on the couch, studying my textbooks. Tomorrow I will be at school, at work, at church. You will never find a constant location for my being. I am movement. I am America.
When I am at church on Sunday, I won’t be sitting on my front porch. I can say that I was there. I was a week younger then. I was tired. I am no longer eight years old. I used to be there. I used to say this. I used to say that. I used to wear diapers for goodness sake!
One year from now I will be a college graduate. As I sit here on this damp day in January, I can say that someday I will be. Someday I will have a real job. Someday I will get married. Someday I will have kids. If you are my friend, I could say we were high school freshman once. We were unbelievers once. We were clueless at one point. We were young. We were immature.
I will, I was, I used to be, we were. These are phrases to describe how we change, how we fluctuate, how we grow and fall and get up again. But marvel at this with me. Jesus is and always will be, “I AM.”
Christ is the same yesterday, today, tomorrow, forever! “Before Abraham was born, I am” (John 8:58) “I am who I am” (Exodus 3:14) “I am the light of the world” (John 8:12) “I am the gate” (John 10:9) “I am the way, and the truth, and the life” (John 14:6)
God is the father of what is and always will be. Christ comes to us and is to us the salvation and author and finisher of our faith (Hebrews 12:2). If we are in the wilderness, Jesus is our faith. If we are out of season, Jesus is our provision. If we are confused, Jesus is our truth. If we are sick, Jesus is our healer. If we are in need of rescue, Jesus is our Savior.
Remember that when you pray, Jesus is on the other side of the conversation saying, “Ask and you will receive,” (John 16:24) “because I am” (Matthew 14:27). He is the “I AM” God-man. He is “the first and the last,” not the second, not somewhere in the middle, never on the outside (Revelation 1:17). He’s right next door, and in fact, he’s sitting right here on the porch beside me.
Because He is,
Jeanne Estelle
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I absolutely loved the first half of your blog, and I wanted to say so.
Res ipsa loquitur.
memor mori, mahalo.