Once, as a young man, I came down sick.
It was the kind of illness that kept me in the bed,
weak and feverish and scared.
Feeling half dead I went to the doctor.
He quickly told me I had the flu.
Sometimes an experience defies our understanding
and we seek the advice of an expert.
Now when someone talks about having the flu
I nod my head in understanding and compassion.
When I come to Jesus with a dilemma
He knows, because nothing human is foreign to Him.
He placed Himself in the flesh and assumed the life of a servant.
He also abides in those who abide in Him.
He’s an expert at suffering because He suffered for us all;
when we come to him broken hearted
From the moment I was baptized with the Holy Spirit
I have felt a certain ache – a longing
that draws at me like the moon does the tide.
It is a sweet, gentle melancholy
dragging my eyes toward the heavens
and my knees to the ground.
I did not know what it was at first, but now I do.
It is the heart of all yearning,
the low-burning fire of separation.
It is that moment in a crowd when you see your Beloved
and the Beloved sees you, and the instant pull between you
that can only be satisfied with union.
Now I know what this sickness is.
The only cure is You, Lord.