Ok. I bought an iPod dock today. And I am happy. Why? Because i can play my music for all to hear, and it is black and glossy, and when things are glossy you can see your reflection in them. Yay! (I know...It's the small things okay?!)

Now, I just have a question.

I know I'm supposed to be doing other things. Like studying, and working. And I promise, I'll get to that in a sec.
But since you're here on my page, maybe we can talk.

As a follow up to my previous blog, I was wondering this-
How many Christians actually know Jesus?

Seriously. He knows us by name, counts the hairs on your faux-hawk, etc. etc... But I'm not talking about what He knows.

I mean, I know of Alexander the Great, Ella Fitzgerald, and Michael Jordan.
But do I really, truly, actually KNOW them? Nah.

I've got no idea what pleases them or ticks them off. (Nor do I have time to go to their fan club websites and find out...). Sometimes we as "believers" feign ignorance as if we've got no idea what pleases Jesus or what ticks Him off, either. Because He doesn't have a website to tell us that His most fave color is magenta, or that we can pull up a page on our iPhones that tell us that He prefers southern gospel music over emo. Perhaps it's easier not to know.

And sometimes, I think that we don't get as close to Him as we should because we're scared. Scared that if we actually get in His face and find out Who He is, for real, that we might have to

Love like He loves.
Heal like He healed.
FORGIVE like He FORGIVES.

And Percy Lou, I think that's chicken. I think I've been chicken.
And perfect love casts out all fear, Zorro.

How can we tell others to walk in love and forgive if we don't practice it?
I've overheard people say that they "aren't ready" to forgive... or i've even said in the past that I "love" someone, but just can't "get over" what I perceive has been done to me. So I ensue to love them from really far away.
Does this sound like the Jesus I claim to know or represent?

I want to not just teach about Him, but apply Him to my life. Even in the uncomfortable spots.

And instead of placing the blame on others for keeping me from Him, I cry out for His blood and His grace to wash over me and bring me into His presence. That's my only concern. It's in that place that I can sit at His feet and talk to Him, and learn the true revelation of His love for all of the people that I meet.

I hope that this stirs something up in you. Not to do anything, like memorize the book of Obadiah or Chronicles 1 and 2. Just to sit in His presence and get to know Him a little more each day. So that in some way, we act like Him a little more each day.

'Cause God forbid that actually knowing Jesus would get in the way of our motives, and all that we try to protect.


May HIS love move you (and bless you with an iPod dock for the playing of southern gospel in your sanctuary).