Thursday, October 27, 2011

93 Words

Crowds gathered, sometimes small, other sometimes too large. Pushing forward to get to the front to hear words that both cut and healed in the same moment. Few things were certain, nevertheless, amid confusion, frustration, you left more alive than you came. Unsure of what would change, they pushed forward. To be touched. If even for a second, it could mean a lifetime of profit. Bringing the marginalized, the undervalued, the forgotten, and meeting rejection; highlighting the prevailed identity of worthlessness. But walls broke, and the insignificant owned the spotlight. He said "Be like them", the world turned upside down again.

no, you're not good enough.

I lay in my bed night after night, reading the same 93 words. Who am I? Am I the follower who refuses access because someone does not qualify to be touched by the same man who forever changed me? When did I become the gatekeeper to His presence? When did His love for me become greater than His love for them? When did I stop loving like He loves? I don't need to protect Him.

I don't care what anyone does, I'll push until He touches you.

The alternative found in the same motion. Parents bringing their children to sit at the feet of wonder. Unsure of why they are possessed by this man's words, actions, just knowing that if touched, a life would forever be changed, a destiny forever shaped. Who am I? Am I one who pushes through adversity, rejection, false identities, reasoned only for others to encounter their maker. Is everything I do: influencing, hoping, positioning others to be seen, to be touched? Do I remember His firsts are my forgottens, my refuse is His reception? Look to Him, He's looking at you.

You were them, now be me.

I begin to remember His words, you were lost and I found you,. You were forgotten and I remembered you. you were insignificant; I gave you value. You were dead; I made you alive. Be like them, come to me until you are touched, then come again. I make you who you are, rejection is an obstacle, not an identity.

Be like them, keep pushing, keep coming.

Mark 10