As I study the Embody Project,
I notice a few commonalities:
the shedding of clothes
brings with it the shedding of judgements,
the shedding of hangups
about the body and others’ opinions of it.
When we get beyond all the layers,
we transcend the physical
Suddenly, everyone is prophetic,
It’s like we step into our true Edenic selves,
who walk with Jesus just like we used to
before our flesh knew shame.
If there is ever a metaphorical bus of self-deprecation,
I have an awful tendency of throwing myself under it.
Some sick part of my brain calls it humility
but the truth is, if this were an actual bus,
it would be considered suicide.
Depression is definitely in the family,
I’m well familiar with it,
So I know I have tendency to dumpster dive
right into danger’s way-
not out of heroism, but just cuz
my brain is stupid.
I want to be a hero, a true hero.
I suppose the first step is to save myself,
so then I can be here tomorrow to save others.
I think it’s humbling and hilarious that we spend years out of our lives with our cards tightly pressed against our chest, not wanting to give anything up to God.
Jesus let’s us play our little game for a while, but eventually He just looks at us with a certain sadness and says, “Three of clubs, two of diamonds, king of hearts, ace of spades, and jack of diamonds.” After allowing us a moment of stupefied wonder, He leans in and says, “now, let’s talk about why you feel you need to beat me in the first place.”
Read: Mark 8:27-30
So Jesus is walking down the road one day. He stops, turns to His disciples, and says, “who do you say I am? Some people say this, some people say that, and some people say something else; but, you, what do you think?” Peter gives a stellar response, worthy of any top Sunday school or Bible class. Then, Jesus, satisfied, turns and keeps walking.
Another day, Jesus TELLS the disciples who He is and what is going to happen to Him and Peter will have nothing to do with it. Jesus rebukes Peter and, again, keeps walking.
I love that, as we walk farther along with Jesus, He will continually check in, always asking who we think He is. Or better yet, He will ask why we are even here. The options are many. Sometimes our responses are stellar. Sometimes they are still brewing, works in process. Sometimes, they aren’t simpatico, don’t quite vibe, with Jesus’ will and person.
This is a personal journey. Jesus does not ask us to delegate our response to a friend or family member or religious leader. He asks us individually (also corporately, if applied to a singular body), who we think He is and why we are here? He listens. Then He discusses. He cares about the response. For Him, there is a right and wrong answer, but He wants to know where we stand first.
So, who is Jesus to you? Why are you at His side? Be honest. No points for brown nosing. He wants you as you are. He can work with us from there.
I think the most damaging emotion
we can ever experience is expectation.
If we expect this or that or the other happen
and it doesn’t,
we become heartbroken or enraged.
These are all natural emotions,
but we can cut them at the pass
if we acknowledge our motive aren’t entirely pure.
In the darkness,
in the shade,
where no one can see
I think ill of myself.
This is not right. This is not fair.
This is not love.
No son of encouragement
can own that title,
if it does not begin within.
but after working through all the highfalutin stuff,
I think my greatest desire
is to just be a decent human being,
holding hands with God
and walking down the seaside
into the Sun.