Walk with Me..



I saw You

coming down the far right aisle that night

bearing that terrible weight on your shoulder

Your face so serious and set on mine

Your eyes intent on locking mine in Your holy gaze.

No mistake.

You were coming for me- coming to me!

You stretched out Your right arm toward me

beckoning.. all the way down the aisle

on a Sunday evening in St Joseph's.

I had made my way to the altar with the others

others who must have been so much more worthy of Your attention

and yet here You were coming toward me with such deliberate steps.
Carrying that heavy Cross.

Why?

"Lord what is this?"

I begged to know - to understand.

"What is happening?!"

Mind racing

heart galloping madly

I saw You reach for me

stretching Your arm under that wood

pleading to me!

Your eyes would not leave mine

Your steps kept coming

unrelenting

determined to reach me.

I closed my eyes but nothing changed.

I saw You still coming down the far right aisle of St Joseph's.

My mind could not understand what was happening

what was real or not

on that Sunday evening

while sitting in the back row at church.

Then suddenly - You spoke!

Just three words.

Seared into my soul like hot arrows

piercing me within

confounding me..

confronting me still.

Mysterious message from Your mouth to my ear

whispered in sounds that now live within me.

Just three words that can never leave my soul,

nor allow me to be satisfied with less than what You want of me.

What You came to ask of me that evening.

True, it would have been much easier for me if You had told me plainly what I have to do

and how I am to do it so that I make no mistakes.
But You gave me no detailed instructions

no manual to follow

no list of requirements.

You simply said

"Walk with Me!"

And I have never been the same since.