There are times when Mrs Paul retires earlier than I. And then when I retire (in the early hours usually) out of love for Mrs Paul … I creep. You know that “quiet creep” without any lights. Everything a slow process to avoid toppling, that loose floorboard, the door banging, me banging into something … and every squeak of a floorboard, every quiet rustle becomes a crash of thunder.
Out of love I do this.
And every time – at some point – Mrs Paul will jerk awake in terror. A little noise or my simple creepy presence … enough to jangle something deep inside (always makes my heart beat faster as well!). Yet each time a simple and whispered “Shhhhh … it’s only me …” is enough for Mrs P to sleep again. And rarely does she remember when she wakens in the morning.
How easily we are freaked by things that go bump in the night.
While they were talking about this, Jesus himself stood among them and said to them, ‘Peace be with you.’ They were startled and terrified, and thought that they were seeing a ghost. He said to them, ‘Why are you frightened, and why do doubts arise in your hearts? Look at my hands and my feet; see that it is I myself. Touch me and see; for a ghost does not have flesh and bones as you see that I have.’ Luke 24:36-39
>>> The next sequence of thoughts, I am happy to state, is not mine. I am possessed. So please accept that being possessed means “being possessed”. I am not myself – am I?
You know that slogan – Gay Pride? The one that raises so many hackles? The one that causes so much un-Love?
What about this slogan – God Pride?
Or we could do – Possessed and Proud! Or maybe – I am Possessed of I Am! Or – I am of I Am! Or the truth – Possessed: come and join us!
Now just what would happen if we had that on our t-shirts, our bumper stickers, on protest marches standing up for God Pride?
Are we born with that God gene inside, or is it a choice we make? A lifestyle choice or who we really are?
(now why is Mr God stacking all these words together this morning?)
Freaky stuff this being possessed. By Love … by God … by a spirit … Why don’t others “get it”?
Would make a great t-shirt sticker, or a bumper sticker, or anything that told the world who we are! Wouldn’t it?