It is with great humility, if there is such a thing, and even a bit of reluctance that I make this small offering of words. What you will find in this blog is the story of my journey with Jesus and my journey with others, at least up until this point. I turned forty this year. One truth I have discovered is that the more I learn about Jesus, the more I realize I don’t know. He’s always bigger. I keep getting smaller, but I think that’s a good thing. In the process I know he is transforming me more and more into his likeness. Paul wrote that he is faithful to finish what he started, that he will carry on His work in us until its completion. And in this I am confident.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Jesus and Tight Jeans


There are times I look around and it seems that we have lost Jesus in all of our stuff. It is as if the crowd has gathered to see this big Christian show, and all the while Jesus is standing in the back of the crowd wondering what all the lights, smoke machines, entertainment, and commotion is about. And he’s wondering what’s up with the tight jeans.
Indeed a crowd had shown up, but nobody was sure why they were all there. Most of it is driven by celebrityism; to see a certain worship band or hear someone speak who has enjoyed the success of his latest book and everyone wants to know the secret of his success.
Others show up out of routine. They are there because they are supposed to be. Since they were little, the idea has been drilled into their minds that you are supposed to do this and look like this as well as don’t do this and don’t look like that. These people continue to do it all, follow the routine, without question. All the while they are there, but they are lifelessly disconnected to the central idea of what it’s all about.
The compass needs to be pulled out so we can once again know true North; step back and ask ourselves why we do the things we do.  What’s it all about anyway? Is it driven by our own insight? Have we all shown up because of the wrong reasons? Is what I have made it what it was intended to be? Have we molded Jesus into a tool; simply formed and fashioned out of the clay of our own reasons, wants, or ambitions? Would Jesus recognize the Jesus you have made him into?

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