Poetry in Motion

A few weeks ago, my husband and I took a spent a couple of days with our eldest son and his family.   Our five-year-old grandson’s first soccer game proved to be the highlight of the morning.  We had gotten up extremely early to arrive on time at the 10:00 a.m. game, as we live over three hours by car from their home.   We were exhausted from the events of the past week and sat down, happy but somewhat bleary-eyed, to watch the game.   Our grandson Caleb was running up and down the field with his teammates, delightedly pursuing the ball and clearly relishing the opportunity to play.   In between greeting all the family and interacting with Caleb’s younger sister, who was not as interested in watching her brother play, I happened to glance up at the field.   Caleb’s team had just kicked a goal, and all the children on his team were in the process of turning around to run back in the other direction.  In that split second, as I glanced up to see Caleb pivot and charge back toward the other end of the field, a flash of recognition washed over me:  recognition of our firstborn son, Caleb’s daddy, in the way  Caleb moved and ran in that twinkling-of-an-eye moment.  The word poetry popped immediately into my head.   “Yes,” I thought, as the tears welled up in my eyes, “you have your daddy’s ‘dash’ in you.  You have your daddy’s way of running and moving.  I see it.  I recognize it.  You have your daddy’s exuberant precision in the charge, his alacrity and ease in shifting gears.  I see it!”  The rest of the game proceeded as any small children’s soccer game might proceed.   However, for that split second, I caught a glimpse of an enduring gene pool I recognized as my own.

“Do you suppose,” I asked myself, “that THIS is how God feels when He recognizes something remarkable in us that He knows is His very own genetic code in us?”   By the power of the Blood of Jesus, we are changed from degenerate to regenerate beings (2 Cor. 5:17).   Since the Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead dwells in us (Rom. 8:11), we literally have His Presence resident in us.  His Presence means His very essence, the DNA of God Himself!  Paul explains in 2 Cor. 3:18 that we are being transformed into the image of the glory of the Lord.  When I meditate on that statement, I realize that it means we are being changed to reflect the very glory and nature of God Himself! In Colossians 1:27, Paul declares that we are stewards of a great mystery:  Christ in us, the hope of glory!

Just as that glimpse of recognition thrilled me when I saw Caleb turn and run the way his daddy used to when playing the same game, God’s heart must swell with joy when He recognizes Himself in us!   “There’s my boy!” or “That’s my girl!,”  He must proudly declare to Himself.   It is truly His good pleasure to give us the Kingdom, to give us Himself, and He loves to watch us receive Him with joy!  I am so thankful for this glimpse of poetry in motion!

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