Adriel Booker writes of Jesus and His ministry:
“He was the kind of God who was interruptible, the kind of God who noticed pain and doubts and suffering and confusion, the kind of God who engaged deeply with people so that his heart would be moved to take action when they needed him most.”
That word jerked me right out of the pages, sending me searching through my own heart.
Jesus is the kind of God who is interruptible.
I think the reason I’m so enamored by this thought is the fact that I, personally, am not so gracefully interrupted. (To phrase it mildly.)
I am not a fan of unexpected detours. Sudden changes to my schedule have a tendency to make me spend the whole day trying and failing to recover my rhythm.
But here’s Jesus, making an entire ministry out of interruptions, taking them all in stride.
Take Mark 5 for example. He’s on His way to minister elsewhere when someone tugs on His cloak in search of her own healing. And Jesus stops. A little girl’s life hangs in the balance while He takes a moment to commend this impertinent woman for her faith. He speaks life into this woman even as the little girl He was on His way to save breathes her last breath.
Y’all, I get annoyed when my Tuesday dinner plans turn into Thursday lunch plans. Jesus got interrupted and a child literally died. His detour kept Him too long. His miracle came too late.
(Except, *spoilers* it didn’t because nothing is impossible with God, so this deadly interruption wasn’t quite as fatal as it seemed.)
You know what I would have done had I been in Jesus’ sandals that day? I would have shaken the woman off. I would have ripped my cloak right out of her desperate hands and rushed straight to the bedside of that little girl. That was the mission, after all. If Jesus had accomplished nothing else that day, healing that dying child would have been enough.
But Jesus knew there was room for two miracles where I would have only carved room for one.
He healed a woman of her infirmity and He also brought a child back to life.
Healing upon healing. A two-for-one special.
Jesus was the kind of God who was interruptible because He had to be. Life is full of interruptions, and if you don’t learn to take them in stride, you won’t accomplish much of anything.
My problem, I am coming to realize, is not that interruptions exist, but that I let them overstay their welcome. I dwell on them, fussing over the inconvenience, rather than moving on to the next thing.
What if I learned to hold things for that crucial moment they need to be held and then breathed them out and let them go? What if I learned to be more interruptible? Would it make room for more blessings, more miracles?
I think it might.
So here’s to embracing interruptions with the same attitude Jesus did——like this moment is all that matters. Like I have all of the time in the world to deal with the next thing. Like there is room for more than one miracle in my day.
Well this is the 3rd time I am trying to writing a comment here. would not take my password the other 2 times so I changed it again. hope it leaves a comment this time. Sweet g-daughter, one thing I have learned in my life trying to follow Jesus is that YES, interruptions are gifts from God to, more times than not, draw us
closer to HIM. as I found out January 2020. When we learn to listen to Him and not try to “do it on our own” He will surprise us with “interruptions” that draw us closer to Him! sometimes they are big ones and sometimes they are a lot smaller and just an announce but He loves us enough to say hey slow down and do this MY way because I love you!