And don’t worry she already un-friended and blocked me; I may have been snarky. While I believe that the devil likes to mess with us, I think we also give him too much credit. There’s spiritual warfare, and then there is just new shoe inflicted abrasions. If I give him that much tribute in my life, I am afraid he will take even more liberties.
Furthermore, if we are salt and light, what the heck does a post like this look like to non-believing sufferers? Those who are fighting cancer, burying their baby, marriage is falling apart… Or they don’t have money for groceries. Aren’t we culpable for looking like we actually give a rat’s patootie about the least of these? And if we dig deeper isn’t this the real attack from the enemy, to separate us from the gospel?? Won’t the enemy be successful in constructing walls between believers and non-believers if we expose our hearts as this… shallow?
Americanized Jesus. Does he wear a Mickey Mouse T-shirt, faded 501’s and trendy Borne Sandals? Is He so involved in our locked luxury cars and fabulous vacations He is absent from true suffering? Is it just me? Doesn’t this seem – almost sacrilegious? Granted if we live in constant prayer, the small stuff gets covered, but the shout out?
“The skin lesion in Disneyland” post changes me. Sitting in that parking lot, I vow to be different. We will adopt more! We will love more! We will give more! As soon as I get back in my car I am going to pray REALLY HARD about how to be the AUTHENTIC JESUS – The hands and feet of my Lord. And I am reserving my claim to PRAY HARD for hard praying issues. This day is the beginning.
Suddenly, the car unlocks and beeps! It is a sign! A miracle from the Lord for my wise obedience?
And then, a strange man steps past me and gets in the silver Buick that my babies and I sit smoldering next to…
My Buick is parked four spaces down.
It isn’t that Jesus didn’t hear the pleas to unlock my car – He very may well have. I was just praying hard to get in the wrong Buick. Somewhere in the mess of Americanized Jesus, Facebook, Neosporin, and Buick Enclaves… I will be different, better, and more in tune with the genuine brokenness of this world. Surely He can use me…
Heaven help me. Heaven help us… heaven help. For this I am praying – REALLY HARD.
The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18
May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained.
Love, Jami
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