“The LORD appeared to Solomon in a dream at night; and God said, ‘Ask what you wish Me to give you’” (1 Kings 3:5).
Wouldn’t you love that dream? God appears to you to ask, “What do you want Me to do for you? Anything. Just name it.”
God wasn’t the only One to ask this question. Jesus asked it as well. Two different incidents. Same question.
“What do you want Me to do for You?”
The first involved two brothers. They’d come to Jesus with a demand. “We want You to do for us whatever we ask of You” (Mark 10:35).
The second involved two blind men. They’d come to Jesus with a despair. “Lord, have mercy on us” (Matthew 20:30).
“What do you want Me to do for you?” Jesus asked both the same question. Both had a response.
The brothers responded with a desire outlining prestige, power and authority (Mark 10;37). They knew Jesus was the Son of God. And they were His close friends. They always had them nearby. The least He could do was grant them a spot in His upcoming Kingdom.
The blind men responded with a desire outlining urgency, recklessness and abandon (Matthew 20:33). They recognized Jesus as the Son of David. And they knew this as a sign for the Messiah (Matthew 22:42 – common Jewish belief). They had never had Him this close. This was their one and maybe only chance to ask for their greatest desire: their sight.
Jesus had taken the two brothers into His intimacy. He had explained that His future held mocking, spitting, scourging and dying (Mark 10:32-34). But it was just after this explanation that they disregarded His explanation and decided to ask instead for front row seats.
The two blind men were on the outside, maybe having never known intimacy, much less that of Jesus. But as the cast-offs of the day, they already knew mocking, spitting, and scourging. What did they have to lose?
The two brothers were denied their request. “It’s not mine to give,” Jesus told them, rather than pointing out their obvious trust in power and prestige.
But the two blind men received their sight. For their faith was in a Person, not in a position. A Who rather than a what. The Spiritual unseen rather than the physical well-being.
Which brings us to today. Jesus is still asking, “What do you want Me to do for you?”
What will be your request?
“If you abide in Me, and My words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you” (John 15:7).
When I, a young Christian, stood still before Him,
I stood in a tremble, awaiting His call.
I wanted His favor. I sought it with earnest.
My youth and my passion —I gave Him my all.
“A wonderful plan” said the book set before me.
A wonderful plan, oh my soul, could it be?
“You’ve freedom from fear. You have freedom from struggle.
You’re precious in His sight; New things you will see.”
With songs of commitment, I made my surrender.
With songs of commitment, my tears they did flow.
I thought of my future, I pondered my prospects.
Oh! What would I do and Oh! Where would I go?
Though life held adventure and yes many blessings,
My life also full of its testings and trials.
The path proved quite rocky, exhausting and toilsome,
Confusing and twisting amidst many miles.
No longer a young one, I sit quiet for Him,
I sit and I think of the life I have lived.
My vows and my thoughts — they all focused about me.
Not Him, just His strength and the gifts He could give.
The pride and the power He’s broken in His way.
In His way, He’s decreased my fire and my zeal.
I watched as my flesh and my heart, they did fail me.
Discouragement, weakness — my soul they did heal.
To save your life, loose it; To loose your life, save it.
To save it, I must let Him live within me.
My decrease, His increase; His increase, my decrease.
These words are my power. Please God, let it be.
Not rules, nor my passion accomplish this vigor.
Not rules, for the law only leads us to Him.
We live by the spirit; so walk by the spirit.
Our choice must be purposed, not made with a whim.
Not I, but my Jesus. This life’s not about me.
Not I, what a hard proclamation to breathe.
I’m older and wiser, but still quite uprising.
My words do not always put me underneath.
In youth, it was life that I lived to the fulness.
In youth, I committed to move forward fast.
And now, I have realized for Him to be only
I now must die daily, at His feet be cast.
My body more feeble. My energy waning.
My eyes they grow dimmer, but more they do see.
The outer man dying, the inner man living —
Expanding in comfort of heaven, not me.
His grace is sufficient for us in our weakness.
His grace is His favor pursuing each day.
Yet favor does not mean our happiness always
Sometimes best is wand’ring and losing our way.
So child, getting better is never His purpose,
This tweaking, adjusting and and living just right.
It’s not how you look, with your words and commitment.
Instead it is His Light within you so bright.
Then rest, soul beneath Him. Be silent. Draw closer.
Then rest in the lowness of humility.
The lower your portion, the quicker you find Him.
In weakness, in quiet, there’s tranquility.
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