I believe God will ask each of us on question. “Did you believe that I loved you?” – Brennan Manning In my time in Denver I have seen humanity stripped bare. I have seen the façade pealed away and brokenness made evident like never before. Nonbelievers or believers, this does not matter. We all possess the capacity to hate. This becomes more evident as time goes on. I have found there is often little difference between one who proclaims truth and life apart from Jesus and one who professes faith in Christ alone. I tend to believe this is why more do not trust the name of Jesus. If Christians are to be Christ’s ambassadors, is it any wonder why so many reject Christ’s name in light so many of our examples? Hypocrites? Sure. But it is not this simple. It is brokenness. Every person carries with them the ability to hate, slander, spew vulgarities, and tear at the hearts and souls of others. Without exception, we all possess brokenness. In this past season brokenness has exposed itself in corrosive and explicit ways. Bitterness, resentment, fear, piercing words, slander, self delusion and sabotage. I also am not innocent. Anyone who believes they do not contain the capacity to commit these things I caution that arrogance does not take hold. All can hate. In this way we are all the same. So what have I learned? What can I take away from my years in Denver, which have been wrought with much pain and indecency, though not devoid of some fun? If there is nothing else, there is this one truth. That no matter how much I have been hated or how much I have hated, no matter how much I have fled or failed to act upon truth and good, no matter how much I turned my nose up at God… He is waiting for me. He is the lover pressing his palms and ear against the door, eagerly awaiting a unity intimate with me… with each of us. He is waiting for me. No matter if my love fails, my faith crashes, or my actions curse him. He is waiting for me. He will not force himself upon me. For he is kind and he is patient. And his love does not fail. In my brokenness he loves me. It is because he loves me that he patiently awaits my vulnerability with his palms and ear pressed against the door. Thanks God, for being more stubborn than I am.
Posted on: Sun, 04 Aug 2013 20:10:41 +0000
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