Religion is religion no matter it’s brand name. A job title always brings tunnel vision of one kind or another. Avoiding us and them is not a natural human trait. Loving others is not always possible no matter my intent. Being cold and wet and wondering if I can get warm may mean “I feel therefore I am alive”. But it doesn’t stop me being cold and wet! Even when I forget Him, He is still there. Everywhere. In everything. And He is big enough for each of us to be who we are – all of the time.
And that is the biggest bummer of all.
Because it is also true of the ones who haven’t a clue. The ones who grind my teeth. Who go out of their way to wind me up. Who just don’t care. Who never seem to have had the plot to lose! Even “them”!
It was quite a day yesterday.
And as He tenderly strokes and rearranges some of the bits we shared over the last twenty-four hours, He squeezes my shoulder and whispers:
“I never created you to be perfect. I never expect you to be perfect. All I ever desire is that you love Me. As best you can. Imperfectly.”
And having settled that, He turned up the volume, kicked out the recliner, and replayed the day again for both of us.
Because it is only the being imperfect which tells me …
“I am alive”