Ruined

I will not be the same again. I can never go back.
I mean where do I even start?

How do I explain the past 3 weeks, some of the best and most disorienting ever experienced in my life?

How do I begin to describe the incomprehensibility of one’s very foundations of belief being shaken to the core, disrupted for the glory of becoming even stronger?

Here we go:
‘What makes the Gospel offensive is not who it keeps out, but who it lets in.’

There. That should cover it.
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Haha. Nope. J/K. Not even close.
OK kids pull up a chair and pay attention, we’re going in.

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”  ― Rob Siltanen

This is a journey. A process. If you are uncomfortable with the unknown then chances are you will be very uncomfortable here, because this ride is in motion, please keep hands and feet inside the vehicle.

The very process of uncovering our true self and healing the wounds that keep us from experiencing the Ultimate Reality of the Divine, God, YAHWEH, is the beginning of this grand journey, the steps of which are:

  1. Self-discovery
  2. God encounter
  3. Missional drive

For you see, we cannot hope to impact the world around us, to bring hope and healing and reconciliation to this broken world, until we have dealt with the board that is in our own eye (Matt 7:3, Luke 6:42).

And this is my journey, my mission, my call, my passion: to bring healing and reconciliation to a world badly in need of those not only willing, but able, to bring the Truth of radical love, those saints and misfits downright restless with this Truth. Those willing to wrestle with truth, story, even their own community in the process of uncovering whatever it is we need to get to, on our journey home. Argue well, disagree valiantly, admonish with love, and do not stop fighting, for your very existence, the existence of this world depends on it.

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the very fabric of what we know and keep as sacred is tearing apart, the veil is ripping friends, and it is not pretty, no, revolution requires bloodshed, and is ugly, and it will not be televised, especially if the revolution this world needs is that of the spirit, of things unseen but felt and heard, and that is exactly what’s going on.

OK OK, I di’nt mean to impede on politics there, to join into the misery of this election season or anything, believe me that’s not my intent. Well, not really. At least not this time.

Look, all I’m trying to do is to explain that the very foundation of what we know of as Christianity, what we call church these days, has gotten so far off center, at least in America if not in most of the global ‘West’, as to be completely unrecognizable within the modern framework of culture, society, fitting in and being accepted.

This, friends, is revolutionary. This is the conceptual framework for the change that is banging down the doors of almost every country on Earth. Every religious tradition agrees that we are in the end of an era, the cycle is winding down, and it is up to us what we create, and how we create it. I don’t know much, but what I do know is that we need a new framework for being, a new/old way of existing in harmony with each other, with all life, with the planet around us.

We need to return to God, through Jesus, the ultimate Love Story. LOVE. That is the only thing that matters. I know I’m still trying to figure it all out, but there can be no faith without doubt.  Otherwise it would be called knowing, or reason, and there is plenty of that in the world. I would even say that’s the main problem. Even in Especially in the Church.

Church.
The family.

My family.

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Ruined