Running to Jesus

I watched as the three children reluctantly scuffed their way along the road to school. Their bags seemed heavy and their uniforms sat uncomfortably on their backs.

Then only a few hours later I watched these same children on their return journey. They skipped, they ran, they laughed and shouted. School was over for the week, freedom lay ahead and play not work would dominate their time.

With the rich young ruler in the Bible, it was the opposite story. He came running to Jesus but because he didn’t like what he was told, to give up his wealth, he walked away with a heavy heart.

Contemplating this story I wondered if I ever ran to Jesus in anticipation, then didn’t like what He told me. Did I then walk sadly away because I loved the things of this world more than Him?