I beat the drum of freedom and grace and loosed chains and I crawl out of bed every morning still in shackles to all the Jesus doing.
And who can speak of true freedom when shackled to a hard-work method of following after Christ?
I sat across the table from a friend a few weeks ago when I realized I had no idea what I was saying. I was speaking to her heart and in mid-sentence, I lost all train of thought. My mind whirled in words, but I could not put them together to give her a word.
I could not sift through all of the noise to hear Jesus. I could not recall scripture or even partial bible thoughts.
All of the layers and years of Bible study and journaling and consuming and all out religion had left me in a jumbled mess of words.
Just words. No sentences, no thoughts, no heart connection when I needed to be able to give it the most.
She needed Jesus.
That was all.
She didn’t need Him dressed up or made pretty. She didn’t need books or all the things I wanted to say.
I rode the whole way home feeling like a shell of a person with a running stream of word-full nothingness.
I sit in the calm of the morning again today and it’s been 3 mornings since I last made my phone the first thing I pick up.
If I’m honest, the quiet brings fear and that fear gives life to old ways and in my story, religious practices calm my mind…but not my soul.
So, I’ll hush for now and leave you with a short passage from Brennan Manning’s All is Grace.
In Jesus, God has put up a “Gone Fishing” sign on the religion shop. He has done the whole job in Jesus once and for all and simply invited us to believe it–to trust the bizarre, unprovable proposition that in him, every last person on earth is already home free without a single religious exertion: no fasting till your knees fold, no prayers you have to get right or else, no standing on your head with your right thumb in your left ear and reciting the correct creed–no nothing…The entire show has been set to rights in the Mystery of Christ–even though nobody can see a single improvement. Yes, it’s crazy. And yes, it’s wild, and outrageous, and vulgar. And any God who would do such a thing is a God who has no taste. And worst of all, it doesn’t sell worth beans. But it is Good News–the only permanently good news there is –and therefore I find it absolutely captivating.
May all of our days tilt a little more towards heaven and a little less towards the doing.