Being Saved – the consequences.
I have read stories of near-death survivors. Those who never intended to die but found themselves one heartbeat from death. Those who intended to die but were pulled back a heartbeat away from succeeding. The consequence in many is to be changed. To see living differently. To see how brief and fleeting our span really is. To see how much we consider important – is not. And to live differently. To live kindly. To live thankfully. To live lovingly. Some talk spiritually. Others do not.
I have read stories of near-death survivors. Those who have found God and died to self. Were buried and reborn. Who were submerged and arose cleansed. Who have been forgiven and now are saved. All talk spiritually. All.
And talking spiritually seems to include sin. Sin. The great consequence of being saved. Sin. Sin no more. Forgive the sinner not the sin. We all sin. I am just a poor sinner. We cannot help but sin. Saved by grace. If not for Grace.
The first bunch of survivors seem to see life very differently: bright, full of hope, full of love, full of living for the moment. The second bunch sees sin everywhere.
Being loved – the consequences
I am a father. Not a perfect father. Sometimes not even a great father. But always a father. I have messed up. And with each small child person there have been moments when they have messed up. When they have been less than perfect. We are not great family. We are family. We accept that in the main. We let that go mostly. We don’t let that get in the way. In fact those moments of sharing are usually the moments of strongest love. Those are moments of family history. The glue that binds ever closer.
Yes there are embarrassing moments. One will squirm. The others will laugh. They are also moments of our family history. Affectionate moments. And then there are occasional moments of great pain. Moments when laughter doesn’t heal. When pain never heals. Not really. And those moments are also nurtured. Those moments are tended tenderly. Those moments are when the glue binds ever tighter.
Sin – the consequences
Did you really intend for us to spend so much time looking for sin? Did you really want us to learn how to find ever smaller and smaller specks of sin? Did you desire that we sift our belly button fluff in disgust? Did you wish that we teach each other how to look for sin, how to label sin, how to categorise sin, how to discern sin in ourselves and each other?
I keep reading these teachings of sin avoidance, sin consequence, sin liability, sin weakness, sin infiltration, sin virus, sin infection, sin default, sin and more sin. And I am beginning to retch.
Love – the consequences
I began my journey loving living and all who lived lovingly. And somewhere I fell flat and found God as a person of living relationship. I was raised again. I was family in spirit and connection. Yet that very connection brought me Sin. My new family taught me Sin. That family reinforced my Sin. That family taught me that I would always Sin. And I accepted they were right. And I fell again.
I am at a point in my journey (my point – my journey) …
Is this what you meant Lord? Is that as good as it gets? Am I wrong to see Love as the place to look? To see joy, kindness, freedom, inclusivity, diversity, bounty, all of those “breathing bits” as You and where you live. To want to breathe Life and love with You. To desire Love and living with You. To see Love as the glue that binds all of us. To see pain as when the glue binds ever tighter?
I look at my Lord and Father …
Am I wrong to retch at all this talk of sin? To retch at this constant search for sin? To recoil from these many teachings of Sin? Am I wrong to have no fear of walking where You guide. No fear of walking with those You draw me towards. To have no fear of saying words You lay on my heart. To have no fear You will bring those who hear You to my door. To have no fear that they will speak for You when I do not hear. To know that they will speak Love not Sin. To know they also seek Love not Sin.
Did I have to be taught Sin in order to reject it? Do we all have to be taught Sin before we find Love? Is that the way it must be? For I see so many who are stuck seeking Sin. Those who never find Love. And that makes me …
I am at a point in my journey …
When Love is what I seek. What I see. What I find. What I desire to find more. That love is what I see in you. And you. And you. A place where Love is my guide. Because sin is now just a distraction to Love. It gets in the way of Love. And I desire each reaches this place. I desire each lives in Love. I desire never to preach Sin.
It gets in the way of Love.