Luke 5:32 – “I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.”
Here I go again. Looking to challenge the old mindset and laws of the Pharisees. Christianity. It’s such a dangerous word. To be Christ-like. Is that even possible? I’m gonna go ahead and say no. We can follow in His footsteps, we can have relationship with Him. There’s a reason Christ has such a powerful impact. It cannot, nor has it ever been duplicated. God’s ONLY son. Therefore as “Christians” aren’t we supposed to be something different? We are repentant sinners. We are STILL sinners, just sinners with remorse seeking restitution. Does this separate us from the world in which we live? Maybe by our choices, but our core is the same. Does that mean that we are without any new sins once we’ve accepted His blood? No. Where, please show me is the idyllic Sinner’s Prayer in the Word? Where is the formula that shows what we get for His ransom? Christianity is the leading force driving the lost from the church. Treading on shaky ground here folks. Jesus didn’t waste his breath on those that would not receive his love. Nor did he spout endless debate with those that were “above” the law. God’s law is of perfect love and acceptance for all. No one is above His judgment, yet He ushers us in with a heaping good-faith gesture of grace. His grace alone is what brings our hearts nearer to Him. There is no condemnation for those that choose grace over death and emptiness. There isn’t time to be afraid of judgment. The judges of this world are clearly not qualified because they cannot see beyond political viewpoint, color of skin, financial kickback, sexual preference, and the list goes on and on and on. Jesus didn’t waste his time in the courts. It was spent with the prostitutes, the diseased, the condemned. What the world sees as unfit and unlovely, He sees as beautiful and full of value. I’m not sure I want to be considered or gauged as being Christ-like. That is such a tall ivory tower to fall from. I want people to see me as a girl that longs for intercession, as a nomad on a journey. I want the world to share with me in joy of a love so perfect, from such great sacrifice that it oozes from all who are brave enough to taste it. There is nothing you can do to earn His love. You already have it. Right where you are. Bloom where you are planted.
Go forth and hug a stranger!
In His Whisper 