Jesus isn’t my lifestyle. He’s not my philosophy or my world view. He isn’t my political affiliation nor is He my current cause to promote on Facebook. He’s not this weeks boycott. He isn’t what I’m against.
He’s my Father and my king. My shepherd, friend and brother. He’s my bridegroom.
He informs my every breath and each day leaves me breathless.
Who, watching me, will follow Him unless they see me follow Him? Not pounding them with my political opinion or telling them why I support the most recent ‘Christian Cause’ but loving without restriction. Serving without hesitation. Giving without reservation. Loving, without judging a different lifestyle as unworthy.
They have to see me reach out and touch a child, a dirty child who doesn’t look like me. I need to love the woman caught in adultery, the divorced dad, the transgender teen, the lesbian mom, the homeless drug addict. I have to be willing to take in the 16 year old, pregnant by her father, and help, support and love her. Even lay down my life for her and her unborn baby.
I have to go to the nursing home and take precious time out of my day to visit the precious ones living out their last days.
I have to go to the prisons and bring hope to the captives.
I must invite the Muslim couple over for dinner. Not shove the gospel down their throats but love them and build a relationship of trust. Love them just because I can. Bless them out of the overflow of how He has blessed me. Serve them because that’s what Jesus did for those who didn’t know Him.
My actions are salt, my love light.
To reveal Jesus to the world I must live in such a way that shows He’s real. It’s not enough for me to just talk about it or give to a ministry and think that’s enough.
James reminds us that faith without works is DEAD.
All I know is, Jesus took a towel, girded Himself and washed my feet when I was unworthy, unloveable and wretched in my sin. He washed me and accepted me and all He wants is for me to do for others what He did for me. Accept them where they are, love them for who they are: created in His image.
Bring the sacred, the holy to the downtrodden and let them see the outrageous goodness of God.
I want to walk like He walked. I don’t, not nearly enough. I don’t do all those examples I just wrote but I need to. Because if I do, I’ll begin to change the world. And if you do too, we can change the world together.
Will you join me?