Did you ever hear a parent ask what books are available to help them better express to others their deep sense of newfound joy found in their baby. I could be wrong, maybe there is a Proud Parents for Dummies edition I missed at Barnes & Noble or the Seven Steps of Highly Talkative Parents waiting to be published. Seriously though, from the countless, first moments of trying to memorize every feature of your child’s face to hearing the quiet coos warming your neck, joy takes an immoveable place in your heart. Joy stands outside of hardship with a knowledge and conviction that this precious soul now looking at you is worth the road you two will travel. The moment is overwhelmed with an immediate sense of passionate commitment that fears nothing in safeguarding this miracle before you. Maternal instinct is not some vague feeling but an innate force that fears no opponent. There is no need for books on expressing what comes by God’s design for the joyful mother. Yet, greater than maternal instinct is the faithfulness of our God. He is an all-consuming fire that carves our names in His hands – the very hands that hold us even when we are too weak. Great is His Name and incorruptible is His dignity. He is omniscient, omnipresent and all-powerful. He is the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End, and the uncreated source of everything. He is also the well that beckons the thirsty and weary traveler. Offering all an eternal quenching of Himself. He has given us everything in His Son, Jesus, as our tangible and reachable destiny. The footprints leading to life’s destination is littered with rusting pieces of false armor. Strewn as if hastily disrobed are the corroding trinkets of selfishness and greed near cracked breastplates of pride. The footsteps grow further apart as if running amid less and less dull pieces of silver glinting from the boil of the hot sun. The steps abruptly end in knee and palm prints pressing up mounds of dirt around the well. There one can only fathom that first drink of unspeakable joy, the pure taste of unconditional friendship and love that welcomes the soul in saturating glory. The end of our baptismal journal – our first taste of home. Imagine now, that when two or more evoke the name of Jesus, there in between clasped hands and trembling voices, the well of tranquil forgiveness, the messiah of mankind stands in our midst. The well is always the distance between the curious and the faithful. Come to the well. Invite all to come to the well. No books or learned techniques needed here in the joy of our invitation. The soul that drinks deep knows no other alternative and humbly takes the hand of the curious in their first repentant steps towards their destiny. Come to the well. Come to Jesus.
How do you view evangelization? Is it uncomfortable or is it like talking about the first love we never knew?