Back in high school, a girl named Maxine and I were teamed as the duet
of our "Glee Club," if you could call it that. One day she casually mentioned that her mom thought I was "stuck
up," because I would pass their house without speaking. Well, to explain, it was a gravel street and I probably had
cardboard stuck in my shoes and was watching for safe stepping instead of noticing a woman in her porch swing of their house.
I was amazed, and it
probably helped me grow up a bit, and to speak to people I didn’t even know, wherever we happened to meet. But even
now, I’m not big on casual conversation. If I happen to be in line with someone I hardly know, I don’t liven
things up with something like, "how’s your son these days?" because he may not want to say, "he’s
still in jail," or whatever. I’d never make it as a politician, who has to make everyone he meets, think he knows
them, and can ask safe questions like "How’s the crops."
Isn’t it nice that the Lord knows us, and if we love Him, and forget to thank him for
the night’s rest as we wake up, He knows, and he doesn’t wear his feelings on his sleeve. For you folks in countries
where that isn’t a common saying, it means one doesn’t get his or her feelings hurt at the slightest thing.
As I’ve said at other times, God knows us
better than we know ourselves, so we don’t have to tip-toe around Him. "O Lord, thou hast searched me, and known
me. "Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising; thou understandest my thought afar off" (Psalm 139:2).
I try to practice what I preach…I tell Him
"thanks" probably even more often than I ask things of Him. I’ve even thought of a thing He did for me years
ago, and didn’t say thanks, so I ask it now. It’s like paying a debt I’ve owed for a long time. How good
that He "sticketh closer than a brother" (Proverbs 18:24).
Friend, if you haven’t gotten acquainted with Him, you’re really missing out. Talk to Him about it now. He’s been waiting all your life.