i pick the ugly one

Posted: December 28th, 2009 | Filed under: life | Tags: | Comments Off on i pick the ugly one

When a person is crushed under the weight of their own sin, the version of Christianity today doesn’t work. Demonic gouges left by evil accusations whispered in spirit deafening shrieks are not drowned out by love songs to a Jesus who won’t get dirty. They don’t penetrate the depths of hopelessness from the hell they’ve fostered.

A person who counts the seconds before hell finds them and drags them out by their hair is terrified of a God so full of justice with vengeance that they would be better off running for their lives until they died escaping. Running from hell. Running from God.

Would He stop to hear their plea or would He destroy them on site? Would He believe them if they said they were sorry? He knows the heart.

No one needed to tell him what mankind is really like. -John 2:25

Maybe that’s why they’re so scared. Better to run.

What have we become? Little princesses tap dancing in a puddle of spoiled milk.

What does your favorite religious song sound like to the woman getting beat by her husband? What kind of song would she sing? What does your Sunday school class teach that would connect with the fifteen year old cutter? Does your religion acknowledge her? What kind of promises would you sing to the woman who can’t feed her children? Can you promise peace, health and prosperity?

With our words we have flavored Him and dressed Him with our own special sauce. Which Jesus do you pray to? ‘8lb 6oz newborn infant Jesus‘? Does your Jesus wear a ‘tuxedo shirt’? Is he a ‘ninja’? (Talladega Nights)

I am disheartened, derailed and near wordless by a culture who only speak to their culture. A perpetual ball of homespun lace and sugar cookies. There are people dying a death that only a knee deep in muck Jesus can reach.

…and all the people followed, crowding around him. -Mark 5:24

We parade Him through our streets holding Him above our heads. Making Him untouchable.

What about the unclean, crawling on their hands and knees through crowds that won’t let them touch Him? There are those who know that if they can get to Him, they can be healed. Why do we make it our duty to keep the unclean away from our places of worship?

Is He a trophy? A porcelain doll that makes us feel proud to have Him on display? Jesus is not a money clip, scripture is not a deck of cards, God is unfathomable, grace is relentless and Love is everlasting.

If you are the one writhing in your own skin, fresh out of hope and in need of a savior-this is for you.

If you think you’re not good enough, let me clear up the mystery. You’re not. That’s the point of the Gospel. All of those others who think they are, they’re not either. We’re all in the same sinking boat. Some of us just talk more than others. Some have just moved out of the light of truth and are disillusioned by their own moral achievement.

Jesus will find you and you will be healed, but you have to stop looking for Him in a world that either rejects Him or won’t let you near Him. Cross haters call themselves Christians, too. Faith is what heals you. Believe that you are not good and then believe Him. He gets the last word.

I am not perfect, but I know perfect Love. I am not above sin, but I know insurmountable grace.

Sin never wins, fear never fights and the one crawling along the floor will find her Jesus in spite of the crowd.

Have hope. He’s here.

She had heard about Jesus, so she came up behind him through the crowd and touched his robe. For she thought to herself, “If I can just touch his robe, I will be healed.” …

“Who touched my robe?”

His disciples said to him, “Look at this crowd pressing around you. How can you ask, ‘Who touched me?’”

But he kept on looking around to see who had done it. Then the frightened woman, trembling at the realization of what had happened to her, came and fell to her knees in front of him and told him what she had done. And he said to her, “Daughter, your faith has made you well. Go in peace. Your suffering is over.” -Mark 5:27:34


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