Take Me to the Renaissance

Take me to the Renaissance,

not the faire (though I do like a good turkey leg).

Take me waaaaaay back

to when we was all plump

and muscular

and innovative,

dancing

with nymphs,

chilling with Shakespeare,

communing with the greats

as they painted the Saints

Jesus on the cross

and glimpses blood and tumult

and heaven.

You’ve Got to Want Him

Read: Luke 24:13-35

I love the fact that, over and over again, Jesus’ own disciples do not recognize Him. Not on the road to Emmaus, not on the seaside. Not in entirety of the Old Testament. I think I love this so much because all of us, nowadays, “know” what Jesus looks like, because once upon a time a rich Spanish lord paid an artist to use his son to model as Jesus, and ever since then we have taken that image as THE picture of Jesus. But the Jesus in Scripture remains a mystery. He happens upon people, then He moves on, leaving them only with a feeling that they have been with the Divine.

This is important to note, because so often we KNOW who God is, what He is doing, and what He is saying to His people. But God remains higher, loftier, magical in a way. This is not because He does not want to be known. On the contrary, He wants people to seek Him out earnestly. To those people, He reveals Himself. You’ve got to want it. You’ve got to want Him.

So, friends, I leave you with this opportunity: to seek out the real and living God. He may surprise you. He may even shock you. But all that is good, because now you are in a real relationship, and relationship is at the core of our faith system.

Will you be so bold as to pursue Him?

The Desire to be Known

I think it’s fascinating that,

as long as the disciples knew Jesus,

they had they hardest time knowing Him as He was,

Savior and LORD, God of the universe.

The concept was just too high for them.

Yes, they did not yet have the discernment of the Holy Spirit

while He was with them in flesh,

but I don’t think much has changed since then.

The more years I spent with Jesus,

the larger and more intimate and mysterious He becomes.

He reminds me that He is LORD and I am man,

but He want to be known just as I would know my wife

or parents or friends.

So, in a way, that invites me to appreciate the mystery of those

around me, to constantly be amazed by them,

as they lower their guard and I lower mine,

and we all catch a glimpse of something beautiful,

something God designed in the very beginning.

Unwrapping Jesus

It’s Christmas,

and I’m unwrapping Jesus

Like a kid,

I’m voraciously tearing away

all the wrapping.

No matter how much it glitters,

it’s not God!

I don’t want it!

It’s not God.

I’m not satisfied until

I have him, hold him,

and he holds me.

Riiiiiiiip!

There you are Jesus,

beyond all the things I’ve made

beyond all Satan-tape.

You are there,

have always been there

waiting

for me.