I Am … ordinary


Independence Day. The day the clock begins ticking. When accountability for things that go wrong and right are owned without excuse or blame. The day accountability begins.

Much like “being saved” really.

“While he was saying these things to them, suddenly a leader of the synagogue came in and knelt before him, saying, ‘My daughter has just died; but come and lay your hand on her, and she will live.’ And Jesus got up and followed him, with his disciples. Then suddenly a woman who had been suffering from haemorrhages for twelve years came up behind him and touched the fringe of his cloak, for she said to herself, ‘If I only touch his cloak, I will be made well.’ Jesus turned, and seeing her he said, ‘Take heart, daughter; your faith has made you well.’ And instantly the woman was made well. When Jesus came to the leader’s house and saw the flute-players and the crowd making a commotion, he said, ‘Go away; for the girl is not dead but sleeping.’ And they laughed at him. But when the crowd had been put outside, he went in and took her by the hand, and the girl got up. And the report of this spread throughout that district.” Matthew 9:18–26

Just another day in the life and times of the Creator. The Bringer of Life. The Love of All Loves. Got up … turned … said … went in …

What do we do with The Word – us saved souls?  Must we be amazed … changed … in awe … ?  Must we bow down and worship … ?  Must we be amazed all the time … can we be … should we be … ?  When we read The Word … worship God … intercede for others …

Because the state of amazement is the state of inertia – the state of paralysis – the “state” of living death.

I wonder why we (“saved souls”) like to feed on “amazing” so much: in our “worship” – in our “praise” – in our “bowing down” – in all the “grace freely given” (and reluctantly accepted) – in all the “sins washed by blood” (the regular sin-carwash) – in all the competition to save souls – to share the Gospel – for each of us to bring “sinners” to God – and in all (for me the weirdest of ALL)  the “take me from this wicked and depraved world now, O Father”

Like do we really READ the “Good News”?  It’s history, it’s geography, the political and social turmoil, the brutality on display in every chapter, just how cheap the price of life was in “those days” … ?  If we do (as we watch our instant news channels on our sofas with our air conditioning and our one/two cars parked outside our home with our full fridge freezers …) just how can we “saved souls” actually think and say: “take me from this wicked and depraved world now O Father”

That – for me – is way more “amazing” than any miracles in the bible!  Because isn’t that less “saved” than any sinner?  Isn’t that less “independent” than any suckling baby?

Because what is being “saved” all about if it is about “that”?  I don’t want that – why should any “sinner” want that – why would anyone want “that”?  Why would God want that for us?

And every day He is beating the same drum right now.  And every day He is plucking the same string right now.  And every day He is repeating the same word: “ordinary”.

And every day I am learning a little more about why.

Independence Day and being Saved Day are the same. Because (as with Independence Day) what “I” do with “my” living is where it’s at … what “I” choose to do is the important thing … and all the rest is just fluff!

And He is showing me that I have a lot a fluff.  And GSHJ is using this word “ordinary” to blow away more and more each time he asks:

“I Am ordinary. Can you be too?”

State of amazement?  That is for the audience. The spectators. The distanced non-participants. The ones without relationship or connection. The ones who live in fear of intimacy … nakedness … vulnerability … independence.

Ordinary? That is for the ones who love without condition. The ones who love rather than worship, who live rather than blame, who accept rather than exclude, who seek rather than teach, who embrace rather than judge.  That is living and that is loving.

Because love is ALWAYS the answer – if I allow.

And how much more “ordinary” can you get than that?

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