Ella Files, Volume II

(First of all, I apologize about the delay in getting Volume II of the Ella Files up on the blog…it’s been two weeks since the last entry. For those of you who really love fresh blog material, please join the Men of Mesa this month at 4thseed.wordpress.com for a daily entry all during May that will take us through the book of Acts.)

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The discipler is in.

The response to the first of the Ella Files was very positive, so let’s dive right into the next of the Principles of Discipleship, as Modeled by Ella:

Principle 2: Never Be Ashamed to Demand Your Master’s Attention!

I face a challenge every morning. I really, really enjoy my alone time. I make my gouda-cheese bagel and coffee, grab my Bible and latest book, and sit on the front porch as the sun rises, the fountain gurgling, the birds chirping…a bit of Eden in East Mesa.

But now, I have to be sneaky. Ella, who is not a particularly sound sleeper, is always lying in the crate just outside the kitchen window. If she hears me, the fridge, the coffee maker, the sink, or an opening door of any kind, she’s up, and ready to go! She desperately wants to greet me, be with me, play with me, you name it! So, the ritual begins…nose to the glass, paws to the glass, a few whimpers, a crescendo to the yips, and worst of all, the puppy-dog stare that communicates that she’ll be the saddest of all of God’s creations if I fail to usher her into my world.

So, I succumb. Rather than a peaceful quiet time, I’m now offering a few pats, yelling at her to stay in the yard, guilt-tripped into throwing her tennis ball, pushing her away from my cheese, getting my ankles licked, etc. All this time, I’m looking at her thinking “why can’t she just lie there on the ground next to me, and enjoy a moment of spiritual reflection?”

‘Cause that’s what I would do. ‘Cause that’s what I do.

Then, I see the imaginary bubble appearing over Ella’s head, which has her saying… “And that’s why your such a miserable fuddy-duddy, and why your time with God is so listless and uninspiring. Why don’t you go to God every day like I (try to) go to you?!?

“Why don’t you, when you first wake up, and see the glimpses of God’s glory at the beginning of the day, immediately seek out your Father? Don’t you want His eye contact? Don’t you want His stroke? Don’t you want His provision? Don’t you want to have fun with Him? If so, why don’t you go to Him, unabashed, and relentlessly demand everything of Him you can get … like I do to you?”

She’s right, of course. Too often, I think God is like me … that my tugging on His celestial sleeve will be a burden to Him. So, rather than seek a wild, reckless relationship with Him, I settle for a lowest-common-denominator version: a few verses, a few paragraphs, a few token prayers.

And finally this. Funny thing … even though Ella can “ruin my quiet time”, would I really want her to act any other way than the way she does? Do I really want her to ignore me in the morning, or to not exhibit a huge desire for contact? Of course not. So too with the Lord, I’m convinced. Unlike me, God never grows weary of the passion of his children, and is always ready to love us up, play with us, and be the best doggone master a person could wish for.

So, tomorrow morning, let’s get our tennis balls, and jump up into the lap of the master.

God’s best to us all, Bill