Andrew. He told his brother this when he met Jesus and they both stopped what they were doing and began following him, living with him. It's a funny thing to say, we have found the Messiah. As if they were searching for him, as if he was hiding. As if he didn't show up just when he meant to.
We have found the Messiah. Did they really expect to be the ones to see him first? Were they surprised at the find, or did they always have faith that he would show? We have found the Messiah. They had sought him, looked around, prayed for him to come perhaps, turned over stones, followed leads, investigated rumors, hoped in gossip, examined their own hearts.
We have found the Messiah. I wonder if they looked in the sky for him, or if they imagined that he would be so ordinary, found under a rock. How did they recognize him? What gave the fisherman the confidence to make such a statement? We have found the Messiah. Their joy overflowed even as they questioned him, seeking to prove him. They knew what they had found, a costly pearl, a mustard seed.
We have found the Messiah. But I don't always look for him. I wait for him to find me. I believe others are better Messiah hunters than I. Sometimes I don't believe that I can be The One to find Him. Lord, forgive me for not searching for you in all my days, all my hours.