You know sometimes it is so difficult to find something to write about, but really it isn’t if I just expand on something I’ve already spoken about. Not spoken publicly, but in private conversations. Whether they are with my dear friend that keeps encouraging me to step out and write, teach, or seek God, how to use this whole thing as the gift she sees, or my nephew that is so hungry, he just draws this out of me, or even my coworkers in the middle of the night during our shift, when it is quiet, and really I am just mulling things over trying to get a handle on things, or to articulate what I am sensing.
Two things have really been on my mind, and they really aren’t two things but one. Several years ago, I was developing a spectacular life of Jesus musical… in my heart I could see it, taking praise and worship songs of today and intertwining them with the word, and with Jesus.
The opening scene was this: 2 narrators on either side of the staging area, elevated, illuminated by a single spotlight each.
N1 “In the beginning was the Word”
N1 “and the Word was with God”
N1 “and the Word was God”
He was with God in the beginning. Through Him all things were made.” and so on until a lone figure in the middle of the stage dressed in white with a white veil covering her face and chains around her wrists as she holds a single candle, singing “O come, O come Emmanuel”
It still affects me when I think about how I saw the beginning and also the end. Which actually is amazing, since I have the most difficult time ending any piece of work, I had this one ended.
That was one thing, the other thing is: several years ago, I was involved with someone I thought God had put in my life and I thought we would be married, quite honestly. Didn’t work out that way, and I learned a lot of things the hard way because of it, but those were also very important things to learn. (one very quick thing: if you and God settle something, a decision or course of action, whatever, DO NOT LET ANYONE CONFUSE YOU WITH THEIR TAKE ON THE SITUATION. You and God settled it, you had peace, you slept because you have peace, don’t ever let someone’s supposed words of wisdom go against that.)
Anyway, this guy, it was his birthday and after church, I was taking him out for lunch for his birthday. Even though it was still a bit cool we were sitting outside in the sun. The waiter came up and knelt down at our table to talk to us face to face. During that initial time of chit chat, he said he had a bit of a headache, and the guy with me asked if he wanted us to pray for him. That poor waiter literally took 2 steps back, like he was contagious. My guy didn’t notice or care to notice enough to stop there though, he then asked if the waiter was saved and on and on, which is why as soon as we had our food, he was out of there.
I tried to talk to him about being a steamroller over the waiter. And his response was that he didn’t want anyone’s blood on his hands because he didn’t talk to them about Jesus.
While I can understand that mentality, Jesus never ran to people to tell them about him, at least that isn’t how I read it. He was followed, he was sought. The people saw and experienced the miracles and heard his teaching, teaching to love and that the heart matters, showing Our Father’s great compassion on us. Does this make sense?
All I have ever wanted was to make a difference, but not in the way that makes others uncomfortable. Don’t get me wrong, I do talk about Jesus, and Our Father, I use the only wisdom I have ever known, the wisdom that comes from the Author. Many years ago I had a friend that didn’t like to argue with me because he said I always used the Bible. My response was basically, that’s what I know. But his life had been turned upside down by people that said they were “Christian” and they let him down. and because his relationship with God was non existent, and he only saw God through those people, he had rejected God.
Look, I am flawed. I still walk around in this flesh. My flesh still cries out, my flesh is lazy, gets tired, gets frustrated, gets angry. Flesh is like wearing new stiff oversized leather work gloves while performing surgery with a scalpel. The Spirit is bringing peace and love and joy and fellowship, but our flesh mangles the words and the deeds.
We all have those new gloves that we have to weather and break in so that they become supple and like a second skin. Those are the people you see that walk in true joy, the peace that passes our understanding, and can walk on water.
The only way that I can see us effectively breaking in those gloves is by opening our hearts to the One that created us. To immersing ourselves in His love and light and word, in short, immersing ourselves in Jesus.
Outreach is awesome. Evangelism is amazing; they definitely have their place in our lives. So does being salt and light to your world. Those deal with the senses, taste (Taste and see that the Lord is Good. Ps 34:8) and sight (Thy word ‘Jesus’ is a lamp unto my soul and a light unto my path. Ps 119: 105).
It all boils down to relationship. It is an integral part of discipleship, without it there are empty hearts struggling to find the anchor they need. They still look for solid ground, They are tossed about on every wave of doctrine that comes along.
The only way to disciple is to immerse yourself into the first born of many brothers, He knows you, and is desiring you to know Him.
Keep reading John, notice how much love that flows from every word into your heart.
Love you. grace and peace to you.