Thursday, February 18, 2016


My heart is enamored with thoughts of people.  You know people?  The celebrative, the lonely, the critic, the comparer, the dreamer, or possibly the effective follower?  My point is that while we all wear skin, we are a multiplicity of variablistic formations.  The differences are endless among us.

From a Christian's perspective (speaking of variablistic) there is at least a subtle desire for all to know God. We reach, we contribute, we pray.  Our hearts' desire is for every person to experience the vast and immeasurable love of God.

But, in general, too many just don't do it.

Many talk the talk.  Several walk it.  Yet overall, there is some sort of grand disconnect.  Our message isn't being heard.  Great and wonderful friends (everyone knows several someones who are a part of the church fabric) continue to smile at us; but interest in the spiritual that we believe important?  Numb.

Why is there little response?  To requestion, what would generate interest?

There's this thing we believers do that surely closes us off from the very ones we wish to deeply encourage.  We don't see our own sins.  It's as if we sit in a church house now with a terribly warped attitude that the rest of the world should get its act together.

But there's this glare coming from us.  I had it for years.  While God insisted that all had sinned and fell short of the glory of God, I felt that somehow I was one of the exemptions.  I had developed a sin-categorical system that blamed others; but reduced mine to, should I say, worthy of a mere fine yes.  But God's condemnation?  Oh, no.

The sin.  Our sin.  It isn't meager.  It's exaggerated beyond our ability for intake as to the depth and width of the devastation.  Until we awaken to our own, personal, enlarged, very true sins, we will never offer anything that the communities of hurting, lonely people need.  They aren't interested in our Sunday-ish platitudes.

These want to know if failers could be rescued.  They want to know if there is any hope for the person who vows to do better and finds a massive self-addiction.  Is there hope for the regular, unchurched, ordinary individual who hasn't a clue what all of this God-chatter is about?

Of course, the answer is a robust YES!  But until we dismount from our high-church horses and realize that, of all of the sinners, that we are among the chiefest, we will never have a legitimate message of hope for anyone else.  Our evangelism will only be wishful thinking.

Why, then, can we get our act together?  We can because we voluntarily position ourselves at the lowest rung of the ladder (at the foot of the Cross) when it comes to accomplishment in faith.  We are not the holier-than-Thou sort that many assume.  Rather, we are deeply in need of His mercy and grace for we fail daily at carrying effective crosses.

By HIS RIGHTEOUSNESS we are saved.  Not our own.  Our own admission of our exorbitant lack would nudge us drastically closer to getting our act together.  Don't you think?

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