Last week we began a new Spot of Grace series considering some vignettes of how our God pursues us based on Psalm 23:6.
“Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”
Think about that for a moment. We believe in a God who is always following us, seeking to guide, bless, draw near and comfort for all of the days of our lives. How incredible!
I am living proof that God pursues and never gives up on us. Our gracious God has pursued me every day of my life. However, I have been far from faithful in my response to Him. My rebellion and my attempts to run from God were especially apparent in my teen years. I grew up with a strong Christian family. My family was so committed to church that I remembering being surprised when I started school to learn that not everyone went to church.
As a child, I was involved with the usual children’s church and school performances. My parents loved those events, but I was so nervous I couldn’t breathe. (How weird it is to think that now I speak in front of people every week!). As a teen, the world seemed pretty alluring. My friends outside of church seemed to be having a lot more fun than the friends I knew from church. So I attempted to run from God. I say “attempted” because I learned that you can never outrun God. He runs harder, He runs faster and He never, never, ever, ever gives up!
I won’t bore you with the details, but after being gone from church for about two years, I found myself one Sunday, sitting in church next to my parents. The deal I had made with my dad was that as the closing prayer was being prayed I would sneak out and wait for them in my parent’s car. Once again I sought to run from God but God had a plan for me that day and He ran ahead of me and blocked my path.
As I sat in my dad’s car listening to the loudest music I could find, I heard a knock at the passenger side window. It was a dear friend who was much older than me. I unlocked the door and my friend simply sat down next to me in the passenger seat. I expected a lecture. But what I got was silence. To be honest, the silence was much harder to take. I looked straight ahead as the two of us sat silently in my dad’s car.
When I could stand the silence no more, I looked across at Mike and instantly understood the reason why he wasn’t speaking. He kept swallowing and attempting to speak, and with each swallow a fresh tear ran down his cheek. He was weeping over my rebellion. His tears showed me that my precious Savior, Jesus Christ, was weeping over my sin and wanted me back. That day started the change in my life. It all happened because God wouldn’t let me run away.
You can’t outrun God. I can’t outrun God. Nobody can outrun God.
“Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” Psalm 23:6