I can’t rise from my chair to reach the door.
Seeking sounds like work.
“Come to me when you’re weary and worn out.
You’ll find real rest with me.”
I roll from this lazy-boy into a loveseat with you.
You take my troubles, you calm my fevered thinking.
Is this what an easy yoke is?
“I’m standing at your door. I’m knocking.
I’m calling your name. Won’t you come?”
I will answer the door, but I’m not sure I can leave the house.
Are you wooing or cajoling me?
“The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
Watch and pray with me.”
“Lord, your disciples couldn’t stay awake for a single hour!
What makes you think I can?”
“Parents on this planet know how to give good gifts to their children.”
“We’re talking fish and bread here.”
“How much more will our Father in Heaven give
the Holy Spirit
to those that ask?”
…How much more…
I will ask, I will seek, I will knock, I will pray.
Come Holy Spirit.