Preacher started his message with a question: "If God asked you 'what do you want most in life?' how would you answer him? Think about it for a moment."
And then he pauses for a few seconds in which Michael looks up from playing with a Lego toy, smiles broadly and blurts out "Eternal life!"
The message was about Solomon being asked this question by God and replying that he desired wisdom, but I grinned at Michael's answer. Just before he blurted out his choice, I was thinking Michael would ask for more Lego collections, a Transformer or a new Bakugan game piece. So I was pretty pleased with "eternal life" if you want to know the truth! :)
In Max Lucado's book he starts off one chapter with a list of "I wonders." Things like
I wonder if Eve ever ate any more fruit.
I wonder if Noah slept well during storms.
I wonder if Jonah liked fish or if Jeremiah had friends.
Did Moses avoid bushes?
Did Jesus tells jokes?
Did Peter ever try water-walking again?
Would any woman have married Paul had he asked?
He continues, "The Bible is a fence full of knotholes through which we can peek but not see the whole picture. It's a scrapbook of snapshots capturing people in encounters with God, but not always recording the result. So we wonder:
When the woman caught in adultery went home, what did she say to her husband?
After the demoniac was delivered, what did he do for a living?
After Jairus's daughter was raised from the dead, did she ever regret it?"
Have you ever read the Scriptures and wondered what happened to this or that person who had such an amazing encounter with God? Here are a few from me.
Did Barabbas - the robber freed instead of Jesus - return to a life of crime?
I wonder what Jesus said to the little children who were brought to him.
Did Balaam feel sheepish when he fed his donkey every morning as he remembered his donkey speaking to him -- and his replying back to him?
Did Daniel ever go to the zoo and smile as he went past the caged lions?
I wonder if Zacchaeus ever climbed any more trees.
I wonder just how many hairs I have on my head and how many bottles of tears God has collected from me.
Do you have any to share?
quotes from pg. 165-166 -- He Still Moves Stones by Max Lucado