So what’s my problem?
Perhaps I’m too attached to earthly securities to have need for the good news that Jesus is speaking for those who know their poverty?
Maybe I’m so content with my compulsiveness that I’m not begging for the liberty Jesus is bringing to the captive?
It could be that I am so occupied with clamouring about in the darkness that I’m blind to my own need for new vision?
Or am I so centred on blazing my own trail that don’t acknowledge that much of the time I’m lost, at least downtrodden, and perhaps unwilling to notice that the anointed One awaits me at the crossroad?
In short, perhaps I have numbed my heart’s desire forgetting my need for the one who comes to me as saviour, Jesus Christ, God-with-me, the one who now and forever seeks me more than I now and ever seek Him?
Christ who begs for the human heart,
and my human heart that begs for Christ.”