U2 was the name of an Irish band formed in 1976. I don’t recommend them for your viewing pleasure… if you’re a saved, sanctified, Holy-Ghost-filled child of God… but they’re still around. Me being me, my mind tends to wander at the most inopportune of times, and this time it did it during Sunday service. Shock! Horror! Yep, I’m nothing if not transparent and I’ll admit my weakness in a heartbeat because , as my former worship pastor, Scott Schazline, so eloquently put it, “it’s the humble that get the help”. I for one need all the help I can get!
After all, my Daddy says that when I’m weak I’m actually strong, or so He claims in 2 Corinthians 12 verse 10. I happen to believe Him. My mother made a random comment to me last week that’s been buzzing around in this redhead’s head – I can’t get it out until I share it. Please forgive me, and humour me. Ya might just a learn a little something. Her comment was merely, “I’m getting quite militant these days.” Well, my “U2” moment came yesterday morning and turned out to be Unashamed and Unafraid. Now that’s a U2 I can live with. I’m so tired of the ACLU telling me what I can and cannot think, say, or do. I want to ask their president who died and made them the Pope. Who I have great respect for, incidentally. It seems these days everyone has the right to freedom of expression but the ones who happen to disagree with mainstream ideas. Which, after all, is the point of Christianity in the first place. The book of Acts is full of extraordinary people doing extraordinary things through the anointing of an extraordinary God, amazing and astounding bystanders everywhere. My pastor, James Al Brice, once said that we are not a sub-culture, we’re a counter-culture. How true that is. A sub-culture often blends in and sooner or later becomes absorbed by the dominant force. I refuse to be absorbed by anything but the love of God, the goodness of God, the mercy of God. Did I mention I’m getting quite militant these days?
It seems I’m in a season of being consumed by the former. The love of God. At the risk of seeming redundant my pastor says that God IS love, He doesn’t HAVE love. So if He IS love, and we’re His kids, what will we transform our world with? Even I can get that concept. No social program in the world has every set a heart on fire or transformed a hardened criminal, given lasting hope to the hopeless or fed a hungry child. What’s love got to do with it? Everything. My Wednesday night bible study teacher says we’re a courier and carrier of God, and have inherited His DNA. After all, history proves that what the world needs now is love, sweet love. And there’s no greater love I know of than the One who considered me worth dying for. I’m His favourite kid. You can be too, if you want to be. You can have as much of God as you want to have. I’m all in. A little dab won’t do me any more. I’m diving in the deep end.
One last thing. My current worship leader, Crisie Hutchins, says this song is “the gospel in 7 minutes”. Wow! How powerful is that? I agree.
In this season of giving, I’ve decided of all the things I can give to those I love the most I’m going to give what they need the most. Agape Love. You?
Kari, the courier and carrier extraordiaire
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