simple one: wrestle Jesus

Jesus : champion wrestler of the universe.

when I was a kid, my family used to wrestle in the living room. my mom would always get so upset with us for wrestling in the house. but it was never planned. it was like an impulse. when the challenged is posed for a match, there is no planning. there is no "hey let's take this outside". when it is time for a match...you drop everything, (usually the remote controller) and it is time to rumble. usually my dad would start it, unexpectedly. he would pin you in a matter of seconds. then there would come the bad part--tickling. i am probably one of the most ticklish people in the world other than steven, my brother. my dad would pin us both at the same time in one of our impromptu, living-room-wrestlamas and proceed with tickling our feet. no matter how hard we tried to kick or wiggle out of it, he had us pinned and screaming "help mom!!! help!!!!!!! ah ah hahahhaha!!!!!!!"
mom would usually respond with: "you shouldn't be wrestling in the living room...go outside!". but clearly, we had no choice in the matter...there was no going anywhere. if we could have gone anywhere we would not have been pinned and tickled to tears of hysteric laughter there, screaming for mom. but low and behold there was still hope.
cody, my childhood dog, was a quiet and peaceful golden retriever. he was wise and compassionate. no matter where he was in the house, even if it was in the upstairs bathroom drinking water out of the toilet bowl, he would run to the scene in a matter of moments. he would identify the aggressor without playing favorite. cody was a peacemaker. he would snarl at my dad and bark and even join in the fight to save the day. cody was always the peacemaker.

sometimes Jesus will wrestle me, in Spirit of course. i will be minding my own business and BAM!! someone, or something enters my life that totally puts me in the ring with Jesus. he does it because He wants to engage us with Him...much like my dad in the living room. there may not have been a huge vital point to being pinned and tickled on the living-room floor other than to make us laugh and smile. but, there is something about someone you love and respect paying a little attention to you. even if it is just a living-room-wrestlama.

Jesus makes us drop the remote to the tv, and wrestle Him on the floor of the living-room all the time. are there examples from your life lately that you can identify as such? what did you learn?