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Topic: Spam (not the meat) (11/03/11)
- TITLE: Specifically Meant For You
By Hiram Claudio
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I had planned for days that I would take today and just focus on filing, processing, and overall cleaning up my desk at home. The mounds of paper and clutter had gotten really bad.
As I went through the stacks, I found unopened and opened junk mail. Advertisements for new credit cards and serious alerts about bank accounts I don’t have. It seemed endless. Why do I get all this junk mail anyway? Don’t these people realize how intrusive they are? Since most of it had personal information about me, I shredded them one by one, so annoying!
I needed a break from the paper mountains so I logged into my email account. More junk. I had over one hundred email messages from people I don’t know and don’t care to. One wanted me to click a link to check out some new work-from-home opportunity. Another told me I had two millions dollars in a, previously unknown to me, bank account in South Africa. SPAM! Electronic junk mail. Is there no escape?
I needed some air. So I shut everything down and went for a walk. It’s Fall here on Long Island. The trees are an explosion of colors. Soft tones of orange and brown with hints of yellow were all around me. The chill in the air, along with the brisk wind in my face, reminded me of the unique sensations of Autumn in America’s Northeast. Leaves were falling as I walked. Newly decorated pumpkins were carefully placed in the doorsteps of many homes I passed. I saw a few squirrels skirting past as they gathered food. They stopped to stare at me for a moment, then continued on with squirrel-like quickness.
I looked upwards and thanked the Lord for His presence in my life. I also asked Him to forgive me for letting something as silly as junk mail, whether paper or electronic, interrupt my peace even for a moment. I heard His voice tell me, “Look at the beauty around you.” I once again focused on the unique features of nature during this season. I said to Him, “It’s all so amazing, so beautiful.” He then said to me, “and I did it all for you!”
I pondered that for a moment. For me? So amazing! And in that instant it hit me why the junk mail had gotten to me. It wasn’t just the time that it robbed me of to deal with it. It was more about the nature of what it was, information sent to ‘me’ but where I was irrelevant. Not only did the senders not know me, they don’t care about me either. They were sending information to my email inbox, or my physical mailbox, and yet none of it was specifically intended for me. It might as well have been addressed to ‘occupant’ (and some of it was).
Yet the Lord was reminding me of just how much I am intentionally on His mind. All His creation, the beauty and wonder, is here for me to enjoy. And His message of love and freedom is a personal one, specifically meant for me. When He gave His life at Calvary, He was dying for ‘me’ not just for ‘occupant.’ His messages to me are focused and with purpose, to communicate an overwhelming love and His desire for a relationship with … me!
I thanked Him for His presence in my heart, and for His power to un-clutter the junk that may get in there at times. I returned home and the hills of paper that I had left were still there. I turned on my computer and I had received another seventy five emails in the short time I was gone. I smiled. Thinking about the senders of each email, I realized they don’t know me and I don’t know them … “But Jesus, you know them!”
I prayed that His great love would touch them and would let each one know how much He desires to walk with them, just how much He loves them, and how that His great love for them is specifically meant for … them.
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