Albuquerque is a great place to explore God’s beautiful creation. If I ever feel discouraged I just step outside and look up – the mountains remind me that God is so much bigger than I could ever imagine. Hiking the Sandia Crest, biking the foothills, and wandering the Tree Spring Trail can restore any frazzled city-dweller. Throughout these gorgeous landscapes, signs are posted to remind all adventurers of one important thing: leave no trace. Pick up your garbage, respect all plants and animals, and, “There’s No Poop Fairy” (our 8-year-old LOVES those signs). That’s exactly as it should be when we are exploring the great outdoors.
But in the Gospel this week, we are brought to our knees with gratitude that Jesus, our Savior and Lord, leaves a trace wherever he goes.
In Mark 5:21-43 we experience Jesus ushering in the Kingdom of God. His appearance by the sea causes quite a stir, but it doesn’t take long for us to know what Kingdom priorities are. While Jesus may have planned to teach the crowd and preach the Good News, he is approached by a man whose daughter is dying. Immediately, Jesus follows him. Jesus follows so that he may heal her. On his way, a woman daringly touches Jesus’ prayer shawl, trusting that even his garments have healing power. She, too, is restored. Everywhere he goes, he leaves a trace of the Kingdom. He leaves a trace of God’s love, restoration, and grace – for you, for me, and for the world. Hallelujah!
I’m challenged by this text: “Will I leave a trace?” Will God’s love and restoration flow from me? Will others see the in-breaking of the Kingdom where I have been? Will I leave a ‘grace trace?’
See you Sunday…