The Man who was...

 I once knew of a man who was the star in most peoples eyes. He was attractive, athletic, and successful. He was funny, but didn’t cross the line in his humor. He fit the mold for most people’s definition of a respectable gentleman. He knew God. He went to church on Sunday, let the message sink in, went to Bible study’s, even listened to sermon or two on trips. If anything, aside from his humanness where to altered his golden boy image, it was his lack of depth with God. He enjoyed Gods ideas on life, lived them out best he could, he even talked about God to people in his life (once in a while). There were even moments within the week that he set aside to read and write about God. He prayed… for people, for friend, for himself. In those moments he allowed God to shift into the center of his life, but only briefly. He was scared of Gods fullness and was aware of the surrender in perfect love. He was unwilling to surrender, not just yet. He enjoyed who he was, the way he was, the star. Change was the mist that started to float around him. He couldn’t shake the uncomfortable uneasiness that had begun to consume him. He became aware… of the hole, that pit, the longing. In those slow, quite, eerie moments of self reflection he knew. He needed more. “But what can fill this hole” he thought. And then the voice. It was the moment that would change him. Set his journey in a direction. Give him hope. The voice. “In the midst of your surrender, I will consume you. I will be your God. I will be the first, the last, the center. If you surrender… I will fill you. Will you surrender to me alone?” As if a breeze had just blown a pleasant summer aroma into his dark and gloomy room, he smiled, he became refreshed, he breathed. It made sense. He now understood that each breath mattered. That he had a purpose. That in the midst of his surrender he would find fulfillment. He now knew that the one who surrendered all was now calling him to surrender all of himself. At that moment he knew. Knew what he had to do. Knew that life mattered only till the next breath. Knew his decision ended in surrender.  
 So like a like a prince who circled the castle for years content in his wonderings, he know walked through the front gate, unsatisfied, looking for more. He walked to the thrown of the King and knelt. He surrendered. 
 In the months to come, he rebuilt. He moved as fast as he could towards the author of redemption. He not only knew of God, he now lived in Jesus. His decisions where now found in pray and directed by the leadings of the Kings Spirit. He began to make decisions from the Kings mindset. He know understood that when he finally decided to surrender all of his life, he would gain all that mattered. A face to face, moment by moment, relationship with God.