When I think about all the things which capture our attention, it amazes me that so many subtle beauties go unnoticed. The stories of redemption and love that we magnify and praise as heroic on television, we dismiss and so often overlook in real life. Lately, some really incredible things have been happening. People are being freed from long time bondage, and people are finding healthy relationships and battering at the issues that come with simply loving one another. Everyday there are battles to finally attain racial or any other sort of reconciliation. And because we are in the midst of this we see only bits and pieces of these magnificent stories, and therefore often miss the opportunity to encourage and celebrate it.
I guess where this is all coming from in the end, is that I am seeing God unite his body in some really fantastical and amazing ways- things that are awe inspiring and spiritually challenging such as things that I would have deemed miraculous and highly improbable before. Now, for myself I have found, that it has become far to easy to become obsessed with these beautiful and often inexplicable things- and it is not bad to rejoice in these- HOWEVER, I do believe that the daily walk with our God and intentional love- the fruit of the spirit should be something equally celebrated and desired- if not more so.
I have been studying – not even voluntarily the creation story in many different ways. It seems that I cannot escape it since last semester when we did an assignment on the book ends of the Bible and what God intended this world to be like, what it is like, and what it will someday become. This semester, in one class alone, we have looked at the creation story twice, and I have also watched the movie ‘The Fall’ which fits it all so beautifully. But I am currently reading Paradise Lost, which shows ‘the fall’ from Satan’s perspective mostly, and it is so fascinating.
We are broken people- bruised. This is not what we were made to be like. God did not create us to be able to bear the wages of sin (death). But it has infected every generation, every tribe every tongue. It’s a good thing we don’t have to become too transfixed on this however, because the victory is won- the great deceiver has lost, and we are no longer (in the name of Jesus – of we choose to accept it) enslaved. But with our own and cultural pressure we fall to the idea that we must be independent and self-dependent, and we isolate our relationship to being something that is no more than a vertical GOD and I relationship. This is not wrong in that we ARE supposed to have a relationship primarily with GOD, but as pastor Brian Loritts so beautifully mentioned in Chapel: there must be a horizontal relationship too. We must LOVE one another- not just the ones who are like us- but we must love across racial, socio-economic, personal interests, and personality lines.
I am realizing more and more the calling to love one another. I am also learning more and more what this means. To love another is to love intentionally and without ceasing, and at times with honest failure, but expecting nothing in return. I heard God put this calling on my life- and as simple as it seems, it is so hard to do. But as I look up to dream, I see the love that God has so lavishly poured out on me and the rest of his creation. It is a relentless love.
God is uniting his body using our weaknesses and strengths to bond one another through our open and vulnerable hearts. Praise God for the fact that we are not complete on our own. We were created not to be alone. When God created Adam he said he needed a companion, and I believe it wasn’t just romantically- but we NEED one another because we build each other up in God’s name. A hand can do little on it’s own, but with a foot, or an eye, accompanied with love and Christ- they can do all.
We- the fallen look to the heavens to dream- to find hope, peace and love. A hope for the future, a peace accompanied by perseverance and in patience, and for strength to love.
I love the body.