I knew when I walked passed his hunched over frame that I would have to go back. I pushed my daughter’s stroller ahead and into the grocery store. Lord, you’re prompting me to interact with that homeless man aren’t you? You want me to pray? With Ari with me?
“I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please—not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep, but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk or a snooze in the sunshine. I don’t want enough of Him to make me love a black man or pick beets with a migrant. I want ecstasy, not transformation; I want the warmth of the womb, not a new birth. I want a pound of the eternal in a paper sack. I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.” – Wilbur Rees
Wilbur Rees understood what we ourselves don’t always see—we often just want enough of God. Enough to bring healing. Enough to bring abundance. Enough to bring an answered prayer. Enough to bring an encounter and a shiver down the spine. Enough to bring revelation.