To the playground?

In chapel today, a stu­dent relat­ed this sto­ry, I found it real­ly challenging.

A Sunday school teacher says to the chil­dren: “Who do you follow?”
They all reply with con­fi­dence: “Jesus!”
Glad of their response, she pos­es a fol­low up ques­tion: “Where will you fol­low Him to?”
One child puts up their hand and says “To the playground”
“Why do you say that?” the teacher asks,
“Because that’s where I want to go.”

It’s one thing to say that we fol­low Jesus, but are we will­ing to fol­low Him wher­ev­er He leads, even if that means giv­ing up our com­fort, secu­ri­ty, friends and fam­i­ly. How often do we pray “Lord, please pro­vide x for me” and remain unsat­is­fied when He instead pro­vides y?

This has cer­tain­ly giv­en me some­thing to think about, dwell over and repent of.

A scribe then approached and said, “Teacher, I will fol­low you wher­ev­er you go.”  And Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.” Another of his dis­ci­ples said to him, “Lord, first let me go and bury my father.” But Jesus said to him, “Follow me, and let the dead bury their own dead.”
‑Mt 8:19–22.


About Gillian