I have wide-open access to God. These are my fighting words.
Through him (Christ) we both share the same Spirit and have equal access to the Father. – Ephesians 2:18
My husband likes to tell the story of the first time he knew that I might actually be interested in him…
Lauren and I were introduced on Facebook by a mutual friend – her college roommate in fact. Did I mention she was in China at the time? Oh well, different story for another time.
In a lot of ways, our relationship mirrored our method of communication. While she was in China, we talked occasionally over Facebook. When I say occasionally, I mean about once after we were introduced (I can’t help it that a tornado came through and took out my sole method of accessing the internet for a month or so).
When she moved back to Florida, we actually met in person and I realized that relationships don’t happen without some level of intentionality, so I started to email her. From there, it morphed into texting about classes that we were both taking, but crossing into the realm of actual phone calls seemed to be a difficult step for me. At the time, I was traveling back and forth to my parents’ house fairly frequently (about an hour and a half drive). To pass the time, I would generally call whichever of my friends from college that I hadn’t heard from in a while to keep in touch.
So this particular Sunday evening, I was traveling back to my house around 10:00 p.m. I suddenly had the inspiration to call Lauren and talk to her for a while. Did I mention she was in Florida? That meant it was around 11:00 p.m her time…the night before she had to get up early to start her Monday morning teaching routine. Doubt began to creep in. Is it appropriate to call someone you’re not actually dating at that hour? Needless to say, I bailed on the idea and settled for driving back home without conversation.
At some point in the next week or so, we were talking and I mentioned that I had thought about calling her but wasn’t sure if she was still up. Her reply was the not-so-subtle, “I was probably in bed but I still would have picked up. You can call me whenever.”
Now we men aren’t famous for reading between the lines, but in this particular situation, I had the realization that she might be interested in me. Needless to say, that simple conversation boosted my confidence for future phone conversations, and the rest is simply history.
Call me crazy, but even though I hadn’t had many relationships before J, I had gathered enough intel to realize that subtlety on my part might not get us very far. Hence, my not-so-subtle comment. I knew I liked him, and I wanted him to know that when it came to communication between us, he had open access as far as I was concerned.
Because of Christ, I have open access to God. So do you.
Our enemy would like nothing more than to make us think that we’ve messed up one-too-many times. That because of our past, God would never listen to us, or that we can only have access to Him if we pray the right prayer or do all the right things.
Lies. All lies.
We have the same access to God that Jesus Christ does. Amazing. That’s throne-room-level kind of access, y’all. God is more than just interested in us; He is wild about us. Christ’s sacrifice on the cross was His not-so-subtle way of flinging wide the doors to heaven and letting us know that we can have access to Him anytime.
The lines of communication are always open. He’s pretty crazy about us.