Recently while reading an ancient devotional classic I came a passage where the author stayed up most of the night with some friends talking about Jesus. Apparently they had a lovely time. I don’t know about you but that sounds to me corny if not highly super-spiritual. I cringed inwardly as I read it.
I’ve never spent as much as a quarter of an hour talking about Jesus, let alone most of the night. Perhaps I’m alone on this, but that’s just not the way I think. I might talk theology for a while, or ministry, or mission, but not Jesus. You may be the same.
Yet if Jesus is my Lord, my saviour, my redeemer, my future bridegroom, perhaps I should be focussing on him more. Talking about his qualities, telling people what he means to me. Discussing what he did and said.
A dear, departed friend of mine had the unusual habit of stopping in mid-conversation, sometimes fork halfway to his mouth, turning to me and saying “You know, I’m so in love with Jesus”. Curiously, it wasn’t corny. It was the natural overflowing of his love for Jesus, rather like a bride before her wedding. Nobody expects a bride to be indifferent. People are supposed to be excited about weddings. How excited are we about our Beloved?
Perhaps if I talked more about Jesus and less about me, I’d end up loving Jesus more and me less.