Today I thought it was Friday (Not cool)
Yesterday I thought was Saturday (Even worse)
I am in a seminary class that has too many words in the title. It is filled with masters level words, and I feel dumb reading most of them. I am talking about the big words someone made up because there were no other words.
Pneumatology….(sounds like an std)
Christological…(spell check doesn’t like that one)
Ecumenism…. (Sorry I just threw up)
It is hard to read and write right now when in California its 82’, sunny, slightly breezy, and BEAUTIFUL. But I am. (Even though I’m writing this and not studying)
When you meet Jesus it hurts. Not a guilt filled hurt, but one which leads you to a comfort.
It’s a little like learning a new dance. You don’t feel cool or good at first, but it is fun.
I excel, I mean I am a top notch professional procrastinator. I have unbelievable skills in waiting, and “I’ll do it tomorrow”. Probably the best. In fourth grade I had a brief run in with trouble. It was the scariest moment in my life. My grades were poor, well… Failing. I didn’t care. Nothing my mom could say, nothing my sister did, nothing worked. Daily my teacher said, “You have so much potential” (which is teacher for you suck now). It could have been because my parents were in the middle of their divorce. It could have been the moving houses constantly. It could have been the lack of friends. But the reality was I was the problem. My mom pulled me out of school one day and showed me something. She showed me the reality of where I was headed. She drove silently (or as I remember this event) to a boys ranch. She was crying, I was crying, and the drive seemed eternal. She pulled into the boys ranch (aka juvenile hall) and said this is where I will end up. She said there were no other options, this was it, if my grades didn’t pick up I would end up in Ju v. (street slang). It was drastic, but it was what I needed. My Mom speaks me. I still remember the feeling. It wasn’t a kick in the ass feeling, but a comfort knowing my Mom really cares for me. Enough to send me to kid jail.
I think when you meet Jesus for the first time it’s a lot like when He clears the temple. The place where God lived, dwelled, and heaven touched earth Jesus wrecked. He kicked over tables, threw money around, punched some chairs really hard, and made a bad A whip. He drove everyone out. The place was destroyed, and there Jesus sat, wept, and for good reason. People had been making God into something He wasn’t . I think we make Jesus into things He isn’t all the time. When you really meet the true Son of God it hurts. He comes in and wrecks shop. He does, not us. He takes the places you thought were good and holy and tosses it all out until it’s just you and Him. It is comforting, and beautiful. We shouldn’t have to spend time making good people if we believe Jesus does this. What would happen if we spent more time lifting up Jesus and not putting His people down? Do we really trust Jesus to do His work in people? I don’t believe we know how to talk about Jesus like this.
The seminary class I am in is making it more real. I feel like I am a kid again. I feel like I have been procrastinating. I read these theologians and giants of the faith and wonder how I can know Jesus like they do. The words are big, but they are good. Jesus is doing something in me. I know it because it hurts. It’s like having a little Jackie Chan in your insides. The crazy part is how all these classes are making me do is look at Jesus. Real, bold, hard, and good.
No matter what day you think today is, may you be blessed by getting to know Jesus.
Not the affects of Jesus, but the real Man God Jesus.