Recently, I listened to a co-worker talk about an event he had helped with. He assisted with the meet-and-greet portion of the event and was thrilled when he kept it running on time. He explained that the most people wanted a word or longer with the celebrity but he had them ushered out the moment their picture was snapped.
Except for the important people, that is. These he ushered up to the celebrity and stated who they were, noting their prominence. While they weren’t given a great length of time, they were given time where the average person was not.
Honestly, part of me bristled at this. What made these people more important, that they deserved a conversation rather than just a flash of a camera? True, events are things that need to be kept on schedule. But I hate it that we live in a world where money and power and fame denote importance that the average person is not likely to achieve.
At various points in my Christian walk, I have been a bit afraid of approaching God. There was a time when I was really struggling over almost a year. I found myself hesitant to be in His presence. Somewhere the thought had come to me that I needed to go unnoticed by God. I envisioned hiding in a room full of people waiting to see God. Rather than to talk, I just wanted a glimpse because I was sure that if He noticed me I would be sent away.
Nothing could be further from the truth. But feelings can be tricky things. Rather than a banishing God, Zephaniah 3:17 tells me that God is a God who rejoices over me (NIV)
The LORD your God is with you,
he is mighty to save.
He will take great delight in you,
he will quiet you with his love,
he will rejoice over you with singing.”
A few years ago, I went to Proverb 31’s She Speaks conference. One night, I joined 7 ladies I did not really know for dinner. We started chatting about some of the sessions on blogging and what we had learned. The advice we had gotten was not to use our name as our blog address. I said, “I flubbed that one. My address is amylbrooke.” A woman across the table shrieked, “Amy L Brooke. You’re AMY L BROOKE!” Honestly, at first I thought she was making fun of me. But it turned out that she really was delighted and had read my little corner of blogdom. I ended up feeling every inch a celebrity.
Perhaps we don’t shriek across a table in a crowded room, but what if we treated everyone with as a celebrity? I don’t mean with deference because of their power or fame, but with joy and enthusiasm because the King of creation is singing over them.
How would it change our relationship with God to live the fact that minute you step up, you have His undivided attention?