He Invites Me to Join with Him to Work Together

GodReflection: Does God Care Specifically About Me?

gary portraitIt was an invitation that set the direction of my life.

There are non-consequential invites and invitations that change the course of one’s walk. Seldom does an invitation to a party, a meal or a friendly outing redirect one’s life.

Consequential invitations are game changers.

Most of us would be rather surprised how few invitations are the biggies. Morality, education, career, and family direction are set by a handful of consequential decisions.

inviteHalf way through my junior year at the university I received a personal invitation to join a work that was to become a major game changer. The uniqueness of the opportunity caught my attention. I sensed God call and felt His selection tap on my shoulder.

The invitation came from sixteen families who moved to Sao Paulo, Brazil after their own college graduation to plant churches. The story I chronicle in the book, Make Your Vision Go Viral, arguably places my acceptance of their invitation as one of two most consequential invites of my life.

As significant as was that invite it wasn’t the most consequential.

The biggest one took place when Creator God invited me at an early age to trust Him and place my life under His direction. He invited me to join with Him as we work together. I’ll admit, that is quite a claim on my part. Such an invitation could only come from a God who overflows with grace and seems to relish invite2His role as Father.

In essence when I accepted His invitation through faith and baptismal water I did no less than sign up to join in the work of the God of the Universe.

Without a doubt that was the most consequential invitation I’ve every accepted.

In Paul’s first letter to the church in the city of Corinth (1 Corinthians 12) he goes to great lengths to describe the variety of gifts God distributes with diversity among believers. Paul specifically makes the point that in each of our gifts “it is the same God at work” (1 Corinthians 12:6).

Is it too bold to think that God looks forward to the day when any of His created ones accept His invitation to join with Him in His work?

invite5In concise language the apostle Paul paints a portrait of God’s invitation to join his work:

And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus.

For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—not by works, so that no one can boast. For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do (Ephesians 2: 6-10).

So here I am, “created to do good works.” Throughout my daily walk I use my God-issued skillset with full confidence that He is at work with me as I deploy each bricks2gift.

With this, I set brick number ten of twelve.  He Invites Me to Join His Work.

Like the previous nine, I lay this brick with a sense of awe and humility to help me become less of an “earthoholic” and more addicted to the Holy as I seek God’s reassurance that He care specifically about me.

Have you ever thought about your earth-walk in terms of a joint venture with the God of the Universe?

Stay tuned.

Dr. Gary J. Sorrells
A GodReflection: He Invites Me To Join With Him to Work Together.





He Knows My Name and Desires My Company

GodReflection: Does God Care Specifically About Me?

gary portraitLife in the Pecos Valley of New Mexico’s Chihuahuan Desert was rather informal.

Mostly, we were on a first name basis. Although, at school we addressed the teachers and our principal as Mr., Mrs., or Miss—dependent upon marital status—and we prefaced those who practiced medicine or dentistry with Doctor.

name4On the street and in the church, we went by a person’s given name. Theron was our song leader, A.C. our Bible teacher, Bob worked with our teens, and Robert or Ray preached from the pulpit.

There was not a lot of sophistication in the desert. There was respect but little pretense. Regardless of age we knew each other by name.

Holy Scripture paints the portrait of God as the Almighty who knew by name each person of His creation.

name5From a bush consumed with fire the name “Moses, Moses” rang out. Surely, there is more to that scene than the text shares. There stood Moses. I can only imagine the quiver of his lips and the lack of stability that must have shook his legs as he responds to a plant on fire.

His “Here I Am,” began a four decade-plus relationship between Father God and one of His beloved human creation.

At the end of his walk across life and the desert his epitaph reads: Since then, no prophet has risen in Israel like Moses, whom the Lord knew face to face (Deuteronomy 34:10).

Over a millennium later Jesus reveals a newsflash. Creator God is His Father who not only knows my name but also desires my company.

Jesus raised the curtain on his identity with his declaration to Philip, “If you really know me, you will know my Father also.”  He did no less than opened the door I needed for reciprocal companionship with Creator God.

When I see Jesus for who he is I actually see Father God.

pain14So, I read of God who knows Mary, Martha and Lazarus. I see Creator God as He loves them, dines with them, and cries with them (John 11-12).

In Luke’s gospel I read of Martha who opened her home to Jesus. He is the embodiment of God who “loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus” (John 11:5).

Companionship is what happens when hearts link together. Through Jesus I see God who always knows precisely what is on people’s heart.

Martha, Mary and Lazarus linked hearts with Jesus. Frequently, He came and went from their home. Companionship was real. Jesus’ presence in their home was no less than the reality that God enjoyed the company of Martha, her sister Mary and Lazarus her brother.

Ok, what does all of this have to do with me?

Immediately, I’m drawn to Jesus’ words as he addressed a crowd of multiple thousands in Luke chapter twelve:

name6“Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”

Should there be any doubt that a God who knows every sparrow and numbers each hair on my head would also know my name? And, Father God wants me to know I am valued.

I think of one other incident from Luke chapter ten that took place in the home of the two sisters and their brother. It too is a reminder of God who knows my name and desires my companionship:

Mary, sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!”

name8“Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”

There are times in my life when I find myself “worried and upset about many things.” I too need to hear companion God call my name. “Gary, Gary,” (God uses given names) “few things are needed—or indeed only one,” that is to keep company with the One who knows your name.”

So here is the ninth brick of twelve, He knows my name and desires my bricks4company. I lay brick number nine to help me become less of an “earthoholic” and more addicted to the Holy as I seek God’s reassurance that He care specifically about me.

God also knows your name and desires your company. How do you respond?

Stay tuned. 


Dr. Gary J. Sorrells

A GodReflection: He Knows My Name and Desires My Company. 

Gary@Godreflection.org  www.GodReflection.org



He Sees Me with Grace Eyes

GodReflection: Does God Care Specifically About Me?

gary portraitAt the ripe old age of eight I was introduced to the world of optometry. I climbed into the big chair as the doc with his headband-spotlight challenged me with the eyecharts on the opposite wall.

grace3“Are the letters lighter or darker?” he questioned as he clicked and moved the lens in a large contraption strapped to my head. “Are the letters fuzzy or clear?” Which one do you like better, this one or that one?”

The exam’s climax with the verdict and a question. “You need glasses.” “Will you wear them?”

Just out of the second grade I had not seen classmates with glasses and for sure, I wasn’t about to show up at school with the humongous lens container like the one in the exam room tied to my head. 

grace1Now in my seventh decade I continue to use glasses to see my world with greater accuracy. They make the fuzzy clear.

I learn from Scripture when God looks at me, He too uses a special lens tinted with Grace. He sees with clarity through my fuzzy sinful self. He sees a perfect me as I will appear in the next reality.

The tint in the lens of His grace eyes is due to blood.

The blood hue allows Father God to look past my imperfections and love me in spite of them. It was blood given as a gift for all humanity and was obtainable from a cross that displayed the grace gift of the one and only Holy Son of God.

Julia H. Johnson (1849-1919) penned over 500 hymns. I think of the words to one of her songs sung by Christ’s followers across the globe:

Marvelous grace of our loving Lord, grace that exceeds our sin and our guilt. Yonder on Calvary’s mount outpoured, there where the blood of the Lamb was spilled.

Grace, grace, God’s grace, Grace that will pardon and cleanse within; grace, grace, God’s grace, grace that is greater that all our sin.

Sin and despair like the sea waves cold, threaten the soul with infinite loss; Grace that is greater, yes, grace untold, points to the refuge, the mighty cross.

Dark is the stain that we cannot hide. What can avail to wash it away?
Look. There is flowing a crimson tide, brighter than snow you may be today.

Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace, freely bestowed on all who believe.
You that are longing to see His face, will you this moment His grace receive?

Grace, grace, God’s grace, grace that will pardon and cleanse within; Grace, grace, God’s grace, grace that is greater that all our sin.

grace10We human types are all too aware of our constant imperfection. I don’t have to be overly honest to see how often I disappoint myself. Nor do I have to be overly honest to see how often I fail to live in the perfection of Holy God.

If I add  up my sin over a lifetime, the idea of grace that is greater that all our sin, is hardly credible.

So here is brick number six of twelve to help me become less of an “earthoholic” and more addicted to the Holy as I seek God’s grace12reassurance that He care specifically about me.

As I lay my brick I do so with awe in humble acceptance of the gift given me through Jesus: my God see me with grace eyes.

Will you join me in acceptance of the Marvelous grace of our loving Lord, grace that exceeds our sin and our guilt?

Stay tuned.

Dr. Gary J. Sorrells

A GodReflection: He See Me with Grace Eyes





I Cause Him Pain and He Never Leaves

GodReflection: Does God Care Specifically About Me?

gary portraitTo begin this post, I must return to Jesus’ wayward sons story and its focus upon the ever-present father and the noncompliant boys.

It was Timothy Keller in his book The Prodigal God, who first help me see there were two wayward sons in Luke’s account of Jesus’ three stories on lost treasure—the lamb, the coin, and the sons (Luke 15).

pain1The younger son did not want to be in fellowship with the father so he left and in a “far country” broke all of the rules and squandered his portion of the father’s inheritance.

The older son in his self-righteous refusal to attend the restoration party broke fellowship with both his brother and his father. He followed the rules but lacked heart connection with his father.

The father’s eyes had searched the earth’s horizon for an absent son and had witnessed the closed and pouting horizon of another son who in self-rightness shut him out.

Pained by both sons the father couldn’t help himself—he could only love. He loved them both beyond anyone’s comprehension.

pain13His automatic response was to fling his arms wide open and invite them in—even though they had caused him pain. The father never left. He was always there in wait of hopeful return.

Somewhere along the way I was introduced to Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Portuguese Sonnet 43: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

It occurs to me that with a small play on words that wouldn’t be a bad title for a confession: How have I caused Thee pain? Let me count the ways.

pain8Filled with blood and genes from Papa Adam and Mama Eve and from my kinship to the Father’s two sons in Jesus’ story, I wouldn’t have to be overly creative to make long lists of ways I’ve cause my Father God pain along my life walk.

pain14But regardless of my omissions and commissions He never leaves. As long as I turn my heart toward His, He is there.God is the Father whose heart fills with pain (Genesis 6:6) over sin.

He is also the God who is the very definition of love. He hurts at the sight of human frailness.

I can hardly believe it but it is true. As long as I remain soaked in the blood of Jesus—Father God can’t see my sin through the thick blood.

The greatest pain I caused Him was the fact that my sin resulted in the death of His Son. Because of that death He is always present in the blood and never leaves me.

pain16So here is brick number five of twelve to help me become less of an “earthoholic” and more addicted to the Holy as I seek God’s reassurance that He cares specifically about me.

As I lay my brick I lament and rejoice, “I cause Him pain and He never leaves.”

I don’t know about you, but I don’t always remember this brick. Will you join with me and help me stack it where I can see it more often? What do you think? Do you also have a hard time keeping this brick in view?

Stay tuned.

Dr. Gary J. Sorrells
A GodReflection: I Cause Him Pain and He Never Leaves.



I Am His Prized Possession

GodReflection: Does God Care Specifically About Me?

gary portraitMy baseball card collection from the 1950’s Topp’s Chewing Gum Company of New York had them all.

The rookie cards of the New York Yankees’ Mickey Mantle and Yogi Berra, the St. Louis Cardinals’ Stan Musial, the Giants’ Willie Mays, the prized1Cubs’ Ernie Banks and the Braves’ Hank Aaron.

It was my prized collection. The picture cards of the very best baseball players during the 1950’s decade composed my treasure.

In hindsight, I was posed to experience riches.

Collected from five cent packs of bubblegum with the prize insert of a half-dozen heroes, my prized possession was securely guarded in a cigar box carefully selected from the discards at our corner grocer.

prized3My mistake was to leave my treasure stored in the home garage when I departed for college and later discover it didn’t accompany the family move.

I lost my prized possession. I would never be rich.

Unlike me God never abandons His prize possession. God moves across the face of His globe and His glowing galaxies while He always keeps me—His prized possession—within His loving embrace.

It’s rather audacious to claim to be a prized possession of God, isn’t it?

Care1The neat thing is that Creator God who created an endless universe has a heart equally endless in its capacity to contain every child who gives a heart to Him. Each becomes a distinct prize possession of the Holy.

As I write this it’s the time of the year when I find myself in the Psalms. I am impressed again with the freedom the writers feel to praise, complain and lament. They do so out of deep felt relationship to Holy God. They know Whose they are. They are prized by Creator God.

New Testament writers live on this side of cross. They fully understand what God has done through Jesus, the cross, the resurrection, and the ascension.

prized5The tenor of their message to each individual is simple. Anyone who has placed their heart, their trust, and their hand into the hand of Jesus, receives individual prize possession coverage summarized by Peter the apostle:

You are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light (1 Peter 2:9).

prized6.jpgAs I seek God’s reassurance that He cares specifically about me, I add to the first brick—God placed me on earth for this time and this place—this one: I am His prized possession.

So it is my second of twelve steps to become less of an “earthoholic” and more addicted to the Holy.

That not too hard of a buy-in, is it?

Stay tuned.

Dr. Gary J. Sorrells

A GodReflection: I Am His Prized Possession



You and I Read Our Bible Differently

GodReflection: My Bible Doesn’t Read Like Yours

garyguaruja“I didn’t fall off a turnip truck yesterday,” was the way an old elder friend often led into words of wisdom he was about to express.

Since I’ve never seen a turnip truck—much less fallen from one—I’m not sure I completely understand the origin and the complete meaning of his expression. I think that was his way to state what seemed obvious to him.

different4As I begin this series of blog posts I feel as if this is a treatment of the obvious. My Bible doesn’t read like yours. You and I read our Bible differently.

It doesn’t take an overabundance of brain cells to observe the fact that the body of Christ is split into thousands upon thousands of tribal churches. And, within each church exist countless divisions.

I hear all sorts of what seems to me to be unreal explanations. Like one I’ve heard most of my life expressed in one form or another: “If only a reader was honest, she or he could correctly read their Bible the way I read mine.”

Although, I’ve observed—to my mind—some rather screwy interpretations of Scripture, I have to believe a lack of basic honesty is not the problem across the body of Christ.

different8In this set of posts, I want to explore the effect that worldview, background,  church traditions, Bible exposure, feelings, religion, tribal warfare and expectations have upon how each of us encounter Holy Scripture.

Is it possible that the way God divinely and uniquely wired every one of us, when mixed with our imperfections as descendants of the Eden fall, make it impossible to see everything alike—even our Bibles?

Since I’m not wired like you why should I spend time and word count on the obvious?

It is because the heart of Jesus expressed time and again His desire that WE ALL love God and each other. Being the human that I am, I find it is far too easy to withhold love from someone who disagrees with me or does not see Scripture the exact same way I do.

different11If we can’t seem to see things alike then what do I hope to accomplish by highlighting our differences?

It is my hope that a look at the differences we bring to our Bibles will help us grow in unity with the Savior and with each other.

If I can better understand why God’s children read Holy Scripture differently I might just see that a sibling in the Lord is not wrong in their interpretation of the Bible; but their different6unique perspective comes through the use of a valid lens that helps them gain greater eyesight to walk with the risen Christ.

I believe the Bible to be true and the inspired word of God. Yet, I know the infallible Bible is always read by fallible men and women.

Isn’t it more important to follow Jesus—The Truth—in faith and trust then it is to demand from each other a unified interpretation of all sixty-six of the books and letters that make up the thirty-one thousand one hundred three verses of our Bibles?

different9There is an attitude I want to cultivate throughout this series of posts in hopes that it will spill over into my life. It comes from a contrast greater than I can possibly imagine.

It is my affirmation that I am a flawed, limited human being with only a speck of a brain when compared to perfect and unlimited God.

In light of my own humanness, shouldn’t I be willing to give a fellow Christ follower a break when our Bibles don’t seem to read the same?

Stay tuned.

Dr. Gary J. Sorrells

A GodReflection: You and I Read our Bibles Differently

Gary@Godreflection.org  http://www.GodReflection.org


I Believe What You Believe

GodReflection: God Shares His Secret on Unity

garyguarujaI would sometime joke when asked how to raise funds for a Non-Profit Organization: “It’s easy just begin by telling a prospective donor, ‘I believe what you believe.’” Obviously, a person of integrity would never make such an assumption nor believe such an outlandish declaration.

Because each human being is wired and gifted by the Creator as a one-of-a- kind creation and is formed differently through years of unique experiences no two people believe exactly alike.

unity3So how is it possible to live in unity with another person who cannot mirror my belief system—much less attempt unity with millions of individuals who claim to follow a man called Jesus? Especially, when each one differs in the details of the life and worship of a Christ follower.

In Jesus’ last garden prayer, he prayed for the unity of all believers:

Holy Father, protect them by the power of your name, the name you gave me, so that they may be one as we are one . . . I in them and you in me—so that they may be brought to complete unity. Then the world will know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me. (John 17:11&23)

In one sense his prayer was answered, in another sense it was not.

unity17His church stands unified in belief of Creator God. We share unity in our affirmation that Jesus is the Christ.

The church is in agreement that Jesus is the only means of salvation and we his disciples are his ambassadors to all the earth.

The church is united on belief in the death, burial, resurrection of Jesus and the hope found only in him.

Should I take the time and the space to do so, I’m sure I could compile a rather long list to demonstrate the unity and “oneness” we now experience as a fulfillment of Jesus’ John chapter seventeen prayer.

unity26However, we sin when we divide his body into rival church tribes, apply the war paint and throw spears and Satanic missiles at other Christ followers.

When I catch myself in this posture I stand as a roadblock to Jesus’ prayer.

It concerns me when I find myself as a participant in disunity through my own likes, dislikes and prejudices. I am ashamed when I promote a lack of Christ-like behavior by a commitment to my own unbiblical opinions.

unity22I would like to think I am making progress in being less of a disharmonizing person.

It continues to be an enigma to me how on the one hand I know we are all wired differently and think differently and then on the other hand expect others to embrace my opinions as their own.

Could it be that one purpose God has for our walk on earth is to help us gain wisdom in failures; and gain joy in our successes when we see Jesus’ garden prayer being fulfilled in small ways?

Could it be that a primary purpose of my walk on earth is to learn how to, make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace (Ephesians 4:3) so that I can look forward to my next life when unity is the natural Holy-state of all eternity?

unity8I have a current role within God’s revealed secret of His desire for unity. I am to LEARN and to LEAN on His Spirit to be a man of peace.

In my struggle to do so, I am to share with my fellow travelers the secret of peace and unity found in Jesus. A secret learned and expressed through compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.

And, all of that because He chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and unity16blameless in his sight . . . God did what He had purposed, and made known to us the secret plan He had already decided to complete by means of Christ.

This plan, which God will complete when the time is right, is to bring all creation together, everything in heaven and on earth, with Christ as head (Ephesians 1).

And, Jesus’ garden prayer will be answered in full.

Stay tuned.

Dr. Gary J. Sorrells

A GodReflection on The Secret of Unity

Gary@GodReflection.org     www.GodReflection.org