Picture an ocean.
You are standing in the shallow surf, sand pulling out from under your feet as the tide drifts short surges.
You look to your right, then your left, finally turning to take in your entire surroundings; for as far as the eye can see there are men and woman standing all around you. You are all dressed the same. You are all knee deep in salt water and waiting for a boat. You hear a deep voice whisper in your ear, “Same, same, same. Reach out your arms and don’t speak but say everything. Wait for the roar to die down so that they can hear. This is your rope. This is everyone’s rope. This is My Salvation.”
We toss around words and labels and engage in much finger pointing.
We make sweet little files in our sweet little heads full of index cards where we put tiny snapshots of all the people in our lives and the world at large; and away those souls are filed.
Filed away and the need to see people as human, the need to relate, and love and lift up—is gone.
We know the principles of scripture. We know the vast lists of rights and wrongs and how the One who we follow told us to parcel it all out to loving HIM and loving our brother.
And still we can’t find it in ourselves to LOVE.
To really really love.
We make these rules to what is worthy and worth our love
—like someone likely once told us what was unworthy in us.
We perpetuate the things that have hurt us on a global scale
and the whole world is filled with a repeating of wrongs.
We dig deep our heels into the soil of what is familiar and we structure our hearts around it. Then the foundation is diseased and honey, oh honey, where do we go from there?
We so desire the feeling of holiness that we grab hold of our “new better way”
and we turn our noses up at those who would differ.
We like to be the only holders of the truth.
We like to say what we don’t like.
We don’t like the blacks.
We don’t like the whites.
We don’t like the gays.
We don’t like the straights.
We don’t like the liberals.
We don’t like the conservatives.
We don’t like the modernists.
We don’t like the fundamentalists.
We don’t like the hippies.
We don’t like the Catholics.
We don’t like the Baptists.
We don’t like the non-denominational folk because heck–those guys won’t even make a decision.
We are steeped in our rightness and the memorable shade of our surroundings.
Hands grip the glue jar and we paste, paste, paste ourselves to all those we see who are similar.
We form pods and swim about in fish schools.
I feel ridiculous. I feel humanities ridiculousness.
I feel the sad sad grief of my own skin and the eyes that I look out through and how these eyes have denied the God-breath in the bodies around me. The eyes that have seen only the things I was entitled to, and not the need of my brother.
The eyes that seek to determine who my brother is and who my brother is not.
I don’t want to preach at you.
I don’t want to alienate anybody.
I want you to know that I love you without words and that you are accepted.
God has breathed life into you and called you worthy of love. God made man and called his creation GOOD. That doesn’t mean you won’t fall a thousand ways before Tuesday. That doesn’t mean your heart won’t seek to lead you astray. Your heart and mine.
But we are all here; children–and I’m going to say the most redundant thing anyone has said lately
just because I feel so led to say it.
God loves you. God. loves. the world..
And God told us and showed us how radical His love was.
Read this–and be amazed.
Lets love like that.