Mr. Adam, I Presume?
If it wasn’t for Mr. Adam and Mrs. Eve we wouldn’t be in this pickle; we’d all be living in a garden naked eating free fruit. I know. But I’m tired of blaming others. If I truly want change, it might just have to start with me. A good friend of mine last night introduced me to a concept I’d never really thought about before. She, like me, apparently learns a lot of God principles from many things other than His Word, although that is always the plumbline for my life and if something I learn doesn’t line up with that I throw it out. Her simple but profound statement was this: a good call girl doesn’t sell her body; she sells the promise of it. How like satan. He always sells the dream, the illusion, the hope that this – whatever your ‘this’ is – will bring you comfort, satisfaction, pleasure, enjoyment. How fleeting and empty his promises truly are. He, like a good call girl, promises what he knows you want but hopes you won’t discover will never truly fill that empty place in your heart.
You see it everywhere you look. Empty promises that never truly deliver. The beer commercials promising fun but never showing you the hangover next morning. Stunning car commercials that forget to mention the payments will put you into debt. Sexy men and hot women supposedly having a grand old time but never showing you the results of sex outside of marriage. The longer I live the more clearly I see his deception and I’m so very thankful. That same friend taught me another concept, too. 1st Peter 5 verse 9 says we have to “stand firm against him (the devil), and be strong in your faith. Remember your Christian brothers and sisters all over the world are going through the same kind of suffering.” It’s good to know we’re not alone, isn’t it? How about 1st Peter 4 verse 12? The “Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing has happened to you” verse. Oh, joy. Actually, it is. The next part goes on to say not only should we not think it strange, we should actually rejoice. Don’t know about you, but that’s easier said than done for me. The kicker? James 1 verse 2. Which tells us we’re supposed to “count it all joy” when we get into these situations. The Message bible, a personal fave of mine, digs a little deeper, and tells us to “consider it a sheer gift when tests and challenges come at you from all sides.” Just in case ya didn’t get the NIV or NLT, that’ll make it abundantly clear. Verse 3 goes on to tell us “don’t try to get out of anything prematurely”. As Joyce Meyer would say, “Ouch! Hallelujah!”
He has a great point. As my pastor often says, there’s no such thing as unjoy. Happiness actually comes from the root Anglo Saxon word hap, which means happenstance. In other words, if everything in your life is “happening” the way you would like, you’re happy. Forgive me but that seems like a shallow way to live. I’d rather dive in deep, even if it gets messy from time to time. Heidi Baker says, never stop stopping for the one. God knows I’ve been the one, many times, and those who stopped to notice rate highly in my book.
So it’s a new day and I have a new question for you. Will you live an authentic, no-holes-barred, honest-to-goodness real life in front of those you encounter? Some will love you for it, others won’t, but the ones who relate will appreciate the lack of hypocrisy. Are you willing to come with me on the new journey of being authentically real? Joyce says it’s time to start a Love Revolution, and that it starts with her. I’m right behind her. The buck stops here, and it stops with me. What do you say? Together we can take a healing Christ to a hurting world. And it will make all the difference.
Kari, the on-fire, Holy-Ghost-filled, seeking, satisfied, sanctified child of the Most High God
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ps. by the way, will you please smack them both upside the head for me, if you get to Heaven first? Thank you.