I find God in the most unusual of places. Like in Charlotte’s Web. I began reading it to “my” second graders on the first day of school, and just finished it earlier this week.
I’m sure E.B. White did not write this book to be some sort of spiritual guide. I’m sure he didn’t have in mind some deep theological truth when he penned the timeless story. But it’s there. Right there on page 164:
When he [Wilbur] recovered from his emotion, he spoke again.
“Why did you do all this for me?” he asked. “I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.”
“You have been my friend,” replied Charlotte. “That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you…”
“Well,” said Wilbur. “I’m no good at making speeches. I haven’t got your gift for words. But you have saved me, Charlotte, and I would gladly give my life for you – I really would.”
And I had to take a minute to pause, to gather my thoughts. To hide my tears of worship and adoration and, yes, shame so that the children would not notice. You see, my God did something miraculous, something amazing, something sacrificial for me, too.
Why, Lord? Why would you do all this – sending your only Son to die a horrible death and take the punishment that I deserved – for me? I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for You.
And in a voice gentle and kind, He answers,
So you could be my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I sent my Son because I love you…
And I wonder if my response would be like Wilbur’s…
Well, I’m no good at making speeches. I haven’t got Your gift for words. But You have saved me, God, and I would gladly give my life for you – I really would.
Or would I?