i’m a camel, still You brought me
through the needle, through the eye
i was wandering in the desert
i was racing with the sky
didn’t want You, didn’t need You
didn’t care to see Your worth
i was running til i fell
exactly six feet under earth
i was dead, no longer dying
i was rotting underground
when You came the whole way to me
told me RISE with a great sound
and the ground beneath me shuddered
and the dirt above me moved
and a strong and mighty wind
shot through my lungs, my body soothed
i do not remember climbing
out that dark, desolate place
the only memory in my mind
is of Your so beloved face
i cannot speak for any other
each person must speak for themself
but i will tell you what He did
He stole me off of hell’s dark shelf
I’ve been thinking a lot lately of Jesus’ words about the camel and the rich man: “It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.”
Humanly speaking, is anyone wealthier than us? I ask that in all sincerity. I’ve been thinking about the breadth of humanity, throughout time, across culture—not just our position in this moment in history, but spanning the footprint of man. What exact percentage of people had clean water, abundant food, safe and ample dwellings and the ability to cool or heat those dwellings at will?
And yet. Our worldly riches, however excessive they may be, are nothing—NOTHING—in comparison with His riches and the glorious inheritance He has prepared for us. May the eyes of our heart be opened a little wider today, grasping the hope available to us!
So true.