Jesus “wept ... saying, If thou hadst known, even thou, at least in this thy day, the things which belong unto thy peace! but now they are hid from thine eyes.” Luke 19:41-42
Some years ago, I emailed a note to my son telling him how he had been a blessing. I smiled as I anticipated his response, but he said nothing. I knew he checked his emails every day, but I did not realize he had changed his email address and only checked the address I had used occasionally. One week later, he had an accident and went to be with the Lord. I wept when I went to close his email account and discovered he had never opened and read the letter I had sent him.
A few years later, I got a phone call that my sister’s cancer had worsened. I immediately chose a special card and wrote a note wandering down memory lane, exploring some special times we had had together. I made a special trip to the post office to mail it because I was so eager that she receive it in time. Unfortunately, while the address was correct, the zip code was not. Five weeks later, as I arrived home from her funeral, I was crushed to discover the unopened letter returned to my mailbox.
Unread love notes. How I wish my son and my sister had read them. And I wonder. God has sent a love note, lovingly, yearningly written to us and for us. How does it make Him feel when we deliberately choose not to read it? Neither my son nor my sister were aware of my notes, but we are well aware of God’s note. Have we read His letter from start to finish? Have we read it today?