“Bring them here to Me…”

June 7, 2010 | My Jottings

A few years back I was curled up on the couch very early in the morning, with a little fire burning in the hearth and my Bible open in front of me. I was reading from the first chapter of John, preparing for a lecture, and something lit up on the pages. I read that in the earliest days of Christ’s ministry, Andrew and John spent many hours with Jesus. Whatever it was they discussed with Him, it must have been so profound, because the first thing that Andrew did was run to find his brother Simon and tell him, “We have found the Messiah!” The first part of verse 42 says, “And he brought him to Jesus.” In the Greek, the word brought suggests that Andrew grabbed his brother by the arm or the hand and pulled or tugged on him. And he brought him to Jesus.

As I was meditating on this verse, another one came to mind. It’s in Matthew chapter 14, and is the story of the feeding of the five thousand. After a long day Jesus told his disciples to give thousands of people something to eat. The disciples were stunned, wondering how they would ever procure an amount of food so great, but one of the disciples, Andrew as a matter of fact, found a small boy who had some food, and Andrew told Jesus what he was able to come up with — five loaves and two fish. Hardly enough to feed five people, much less five thousand.

What was Jesus’s response to that meager discovery? He said, “Bring them here to Me.”

And when the humble offering was brought to Jesus, He gave thanks and began to break the food apart so the disciples could distribute it. Thousands of people were fed, and leftovers were collected.

As I sat on my couch reading this in the morning dark, I pondered what this could mean to all of us. Who doesn’t have great needs in their lives? Do we find we only have loaves and fishes provision yet a massive crowd kind of need? What lack or emptiness or great gaping needs do we face? I have some desperate needs myself right now, as I’m sure most of you do as well. That is life.

But in that moment on the couch, all three of my cherished daughters came to mind. Just like anyone else, they each have different needs, but they’re things that I can’t give them anymore. When they were little it was so easy to fix a snack when they were hungry, put on a bandaid when they had fallen, and show them how to spell a word or to correctly figure an equation. Now they’re grown women with grown up lives, responsibilities and pressures, and a cheese stick, a bandaid or a well-done math problem can’t help.

My eyes filled with tears and I sensed the Lord speak so compassionately to my heart about my three beloveds: “Julie, bring them here to Me.”

And I pictured Jesus Christ, the mighty One about whom Isaiah prophesied, the Lamb of God that John the Baptist announced, the Messiah that Andrew and John dropped everything to follow, sitting right across from me in my living room. And I pictured Him huge. Full of power and love.

In my mind as I prayed for my daughters, I brought them to Jesus, one by one.

My oldest daughter is 33 years old and 6′ 1″ tall, the mother of three and so creative, yet in my mind’s eye I picked her up like I used to when she was a sleeping toddler, and I brought her to Jesus and laid her in His lap.

“Bring her here to Me.”

And in my mind’s eye I picked up my middle daughter, who is 5′ 10″ tall, 31 years old, the mother of four and so creative, and I carried her to Jesus and laid her in His lap.

“Bring her here to Me. And in my mind’s eye I carried my 28 year-old daughter, who is 5′ 7″ tall, beloved auntie to many and so creative, to my Savior, and placed her carefully on His lap as well.

It was big enough for all three. It was big enough for the whole world — for all of your loved ones, all your problems, and for every single one of you.

Andrew brought his brother Simon to Jesus and he was never the same. Andrew brought a small bit of bread and fish to Jesus and a multitude of people were well fed.

“Bring them here to Me,”
He still invites.

Sometimes, most times, I don’t know how to pray. But I remember those comforting, commanding words:  “Bring them here to Me.”

And knowing He is there and that nothing is impossible for Jesus, I pick up all those who are precious to me, and one by one I bring them to Him. My husband, my daughters, my sons-in-law, my grandchildren, my friends….

Chances are, in my mind’s eye, I’ve even picked you up and brought you to Jesus.

And until I draw my last breath, this is what I’m going to do.


  1. Patty (Rugersmom) says:

    Thank you; what a wonderful way to start a Monday. I normally dread Monday; but you filled my heart this morning and I will be happy all day thinking of what you wrote today.

    Hope that you have a peace filled and wonderful day as well!

  2. Treva Kelleher says:

    Hi Julie:
    You don’t know me but I attend church with your brother, Larry, in Paris, TN. He forwarded your recent blog to me “Bring them to me”. I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed this and could relate to it as a mother of grown children myself. Thanks for the beautiful reminder to always “bring my children to Jesus.” Also, if you don’t mind, I’d like to forward it to a dear friend of mine who has two grown daughters and one has experienced a horrible tragedy this weekend. Her 2nd daughter was expecting her first child and their first grandDAUGHTER. She was full term and lost the baby on Saturday. Of course, they are all heart broken. Your reminder will be very timely for her to “bring this daughter and situation to Jesus.” Thanks and endless blessings to you. Treva Kelleher

  3. Diane Dick says:


    Thank you for bringing me to Jesus. I will do the same for you, and for all those we care for and love.


  4. Christy says:

    Today, at 1p.m., I am meeting with two of my friends with the single purpose of praying for our young adult children. I am printing off copies of this blog for each of us. Thank you so much for sharing the things that touch your heart…..we all benefit.

  5. Tauni says:

    I echo Diane’s gratitude. I KNOW you have brought me to Jesus many times over, and I thank you for that.

  6. Jessica says:

    And once again, you bless everyone who reads/hears the words you speak. You are a treasure and a gift.

  7. Just Julie says:

    I don’t deserve an encouraging reader like you, but am thankful nonetheless! Thank you, Jessica…

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