When I look at things, I observe that they have to change. They have to change for the better, cuz it’s already so bad out there and so bad in here.
How can it change? How can they understand it has to change?
In trying to pass this across, I realize my drift is SOOOOOOO much toward God. It is so embedded in the man Christ Jesus; the one referred to as the “man who went about doing good”.
I want to tell my friends things have to change, but I’m afraid it’ll push them away.
I want to tell the world things have to change but I’m afraid they’d take it wrong, because we don’t share the same views.
The more I try to bring in legalism; the farther I drift from hitting the nail on point.
The more I try to fit the square peg in the square hole, for things to fit, the more I find myself in what people call “religion”. The more I find myself in what’s been termed by the acclaimed ‘liberal minds’ “Christianity”.
The more I find myself in what I call LIFE.
Then, I come to one realization: there can be no change without this life. There can be no change without this Christianity. There can be no change, no change at all.
Nailing it, there can be no change without the one who was nailed on the cross: Jesus. It’s that simple!
Refusing this is being like the cynical hermit, burying its head in the dust when its feathers are on fire.
In what’s been [tried to be] said about His being here on earth, and His stay, and His instructions; and His teachings, and His life and His all, no one has presented him as a bad man. Some say he wasn’t bad but was not perfect. But to them, I’d still do what He asked, for their good; I’d have to pray for them to be forgiven. He Himself did. One of the last things He showed us how to do was to pray for those who do not know what they are doing.
In the midst of the turbulence, His instructions apply. For the degraded morals, for the debased man, for the debauchery, for the manslaughter, for the selfishness, for the hatred, for the deceit, for the exploitation, for the phobias, for the every, for the all; His instructions apply. Sound instructions, giving out sound meant to mold one soundly.
For oneself, for the neighbour, for the friend, for the foe, for the parent, for the sibling, for the stranger and the passerby, for the baby, for the spouse, for the unknown, for the seen; for the wealthy, for the wretched, for the miserly, for the proud; for the high, for the low, for the fat and for the slim; His instructions apply to make it go a-peace.
Where would the peace run to, if we so ardently seek it? Where would the love hide if we so willingly manifest it? Where would the talents be buried, if we so encouragingly share it? Where would the world be falling, if we so collectively care for it?
A servant of His once said the world is so gone bunkers because Christians speak so much but do so little of what they speak. If only they could!
I’ve come to the conclusion that it is only in doing things His way, that things are really gonna change. If I want change, if I really do want change, then I know what I have to do.
I have to shout it from the rooftops, hard as I can, loud as I can, fastest as I can, plainly as I can, always as I can. Only then can I be fully able to “can” something out of this existence. Until then, no change; no betterment; nothing!
“A nation can never be better than the state of the church within it”, Bishop Chris would say.
“The world can never be better that the state of the church [Body of Christ] within it”, I’d expand.