Picture this... you're working your tedious job in the heat of a dusty afternoon. Customer after customer gives you a "piece of their mind" as they plunk down their taxes. You scoop the coins in the box, ignoring one of your co-workers, whom you see sweep a few coins into their own pockets. In disgust, you check the taxed off the list and say, "Next!"

A shadow crosses over you as a tall man stands before. He pulls coins from his bag and places them, uncomplaining, onto the table. For a moment, he says nothing only looks at you. His gaze is steady, probing but not cruel or intimidating.

Surprisingly, he breaks into a smile causing you to smile. (How long had it been since you'd smiled?)

Softly he says, "Follow me," as he turns to walk away. Before you can question him the crowd folds in behind him, blocking him from your view. You stand to your feet preening your neck to see the man. He's gone from your sight.

There's nothing left to do but go after him. You knock the stool over as you climb out of the booth. As fast you can, you run after him. You've decided to "Follow him."

Like Matthew, all true believers have had that "follow me" moment. The former tax collector memorialized his experience in the Gospels. I can imagine him revisiting that transcendental moment every time he read it. As believers, we should encourage ourselves by remembering our "follow me" moments.

Remember! And be encouraged!


Fellow follower,
Monica Bullock