I’ve been having this burning sensation inside of me lately, as though something wants to forcefully let itself out. I’ve been having these episodes. Yes, episodes of anger and sadness best defines it. I’ve not only realized how religious I am. I’ve come to feel how God is really feeling. I’m talking about walking on the street and God is just talking and talking… so, I’m going to relay a bit of what he has been telling me.
I will like to sound this: the problem between man and God is NOT sin. God has dealt with sin; it is NO longer a problem. So, before I get to the point today, I’ll like to write the lyrics of a song by casting crowns.“Jesus, friend of sinners, we have strayed so far away. We cut down people in your name but the sword was never ours to swing. Jesus, friend of sinners, the truth’s become so hard see, the world is on their way to you but they’re tripping over me. Always looking around but never looking up, I’m so double minded. A plank eyed saint with dirty hands and a heart divided. Oh, Jesus, friend of sinners, open our eyes to the world at the end of our pointing fingers, let our hearts beat; let thy mercy help us reach with open hearts and open doors. Oh, Jesus friend of sinners, break our hearts for what breaks yours. Jesus, friend of sinners, the one who’s writing in the sand, Make the righteous turn away and the stones fall from their hands. Help us to remember, we are all the least of these, let the memory of your mercy bring your people to their knees. Nobody knows what we’re for only what we’re against when we judge the wounded. What if we put down our signs crossed over the lines and loved like you did. You love ever lost cause, you reach for the outcast. For the leper and the lame, they’re the reason that you came. Lord, I was that lost cause and I was the outcast but you died for sinners just like me, a grateful leper at your feet. For you are good, and your love endures forever.”
We can we relate to that, can’t we? We’ve become hardened to what really matters. All we think about is ourselves. “How will I eat, live, get married, get a car, get a house” the devil has succeeded in keeping us busy with trivialities; in our own little world, right? Pitiful! We have strayed from what we’re supposed to be doing sincerely. We have listened to the lie of the devil by ignoring the ‘world’. We are always against something but what do we really stand for? We cut down God’s beloved, we shatter the little piece of courage they have left, and we judge the wounded, broken and distressed. We are so quick to preach this message of ‘death, condemnation and criticism’. We have shut the spirit up. We have not listened to what he has to say to us. We have become the obstacle between Jesus and his beloved. We have made the sacrifice on the cross of no relevance. This is unfair. When did we become this way? We have taken on a different assignment, preaching the message of death and hell. We instill fear with every word uttered. We give that little girl nightmares with our description of God.
We tell God, “You should have left us under the law; grace is just too simple”. We have become suspicious of everyone; we don’t even know when God waves at us in the streets. We have let fear rule our lives. We have become like the bird that has been caged all its life, and having suddenly been released, becomes scared; such that it is looking for every means possible to get back into the cage. How is it that we call God our ‘father’ yet we act like vengeful slaves? We ‘shoo’ sinners away as though they are birds. We condemn the Pharisees so much yet we are no different. How is it that Love has failed to save our souls? How is it that we have hardened our hearts to Love and preferred the ‘wrath’ of God? Jesus waits on us yet we boldly say ‘I’m waiting on you’.
If we are truly his body, why aren’t his arms reaching? Why aren’t his hands healing? Why aren’t his words teaching? And if we are his body, why aren’t his feet going? Why is his LOVE not showing them there is a way? Jesus paid much too high a price for us to pick and choose who should come. He has shown us too much love to not pass it on to that frustrate drunkard.
Jesus is a lover; he was called the ‘friend of sinners’. A friend cares, loves and prays. A friend is tender, gentle and never strikes even if he’s struck.
Regret can never make a man saved; only love can. I never cried because I was a sinner, I cried because I didn’t understand why Jesus would love me so much. Jesus is a bridegroom, in search of more brides. He has given us the ‘ministry of reconciliation’. If you’re trying to get a lady to like a man, you don’t force or compel her, you don’t tell her she’s going to die if she doesn’t love him. You don’t demand her love, you supply his love. You sweet talk her, you tell of how much the guy loves her, how often he think and talks of her. You tell her of his sacrifices on her behalf. And then she begins to naturally ‘fall in love’ with him. She doesn’t have to see the man you’re talking about because with every word you speak, she forms an image in her mind. That’s what love can do. Love can transform the worst murderer into the meekest saint. Love is stronger than death, it overcame death.
I remember sometime ago, God led me into an association with a group of cultists in my area. I started talking with them and people thought I was going crazy. I could literally hear, “Why would a girl be talking to cultists?” I was scared at first, but I let God speak, love and care through me. There were times that they would come to my house, drunk and high from all the stuffs they take. They’d have neither food nor money. I’d have to give them at my own expense. I would want to condemn them but I’d feel God shutting me up. I never for once condemned them. If I was too angry, I’d walk away. Every time, I walked away, God would ask me to go back and apologize to them for being rude. I’d tell God, “I can’t do this” he’d say, “you can, and you’re strong enough.” I’d pray in the Holy Ghost for them. Today, God used me to save three out of six, they are saved, justified, sanctified. I look at them sometimes and I just want to fall on my face and cry, ‘love, great love’. I spoke with one of them last night and he was teaching me on the anatomy of man, how the mind affects the heart of man. I was dazed. Although three are saved so far, I am more than happy. I didn’t do anything; it was all God through me.
There’s a concluding part to this, kindly show someone love no matter how much it hurts, because that’s who you really are.