What a simple word. Two syllables, and yet the sum is greater than the parts. What does it mean to be complete? How do we know when we ourselves are complete? We strive for it. We look to everything we can to bring completion. We look to significant others. We look to family. We hope and dream of completion.
It never comes in those, does it?
Completion cannot be found within ourselves, nor in the material world. True completion, true peace is found in a being and power outside of ourselves. Our existence. Our conscience. Our ideals. Our humanity is tied to the one we run after. Christ finds us and beckons us.
In the moments when life isn’t complete, when the reality of a broken, unfair, and horrendous world bears down, he stands. Arms open wide. Like children, he calls us to grab hold. He completes what we cannot. He fills the cracks, the chasms, the gaping holes that this world makes.
His love covers us. His peace sustains us. His mercy, so joyous, is new everyday. To those hurting and to those in prosperous seasons he calls you the same – come, follow me, life abundant is waiting. Old and young, sick and well – he is here. He longs for you to chase him. Your heart does the same.