All Things Are Possible For God

I run after Him, a bit breathless, but I manage to catch up and stop Him.  "I need to ask you something before you go," I blurt out.
He smiles at me.  He already knows - I can tell from the glint in His eye, but He waits for me to ask anyway.
I search my mind for the right words.  "How DO I get to heaven?"  I can't think of how else to word it.  I want to go to heaven, I want eternal life, I want to be with Him and the people that I love who have gone before me, but I'm not sure what it even means!
He's patient.  His face turns more serious so that I know he's not kidding.  His tone is measured:
"You know the commandments:  You shall not kill; you shall not commit adultery; you shall not steal; you shall not bear false witness; you shall not defraud; honor your father AND your mother."
I cringe at the mention of my mother, but I nod to let him know I understand.  And then he drops the bombshell, "You are lacking in one thing.  Go, sell what you have, and give to the poor and you will have treasure in heaven; then come, follow me."
Gulp.  My stuff?  Sell my stuff?  I can give to the poor.  That's not a problem.  But, my stuff?  He knows I love my stuff!  Why does He say that?
He smiles at me again and says, "All things are possible for God."
I watch Him walk away and I let Him get ahead of me before I start to follow Him.  He knows my heart, so I must try to do this.  As I continue to follow Him, I keep repeating softly, "All things are possible for God, all things are possible for God ..."

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