Sitting here, in the first even remotely quiet moment in 48 hours, I find myself thinking. So pardon me while I think out loud.
I need God to care about the things I care about. I need God to hurt over my hurts. Not the dumb things where my feelings got hurt because I got offended, but over the truly hurtful things going on around me today. I need God to hurt with me. I need God to hurt with those I love.
I get really caught up sometimes in the big scheme of things. Holiness. I just recently threw that word out there and talked about it. Spiritual growth, Christian living, the Holy Spirit, divine healing, signs and wonders, all more big details of my faith. But ultimately every thing boils down to a very simplistic point of view. Jesus loved me. Jesus loves me. I love Jesus.
Sometimes life is too hard, too painful, too overwhelming for anything but the simple. Jesus loves me. I love Jesus.
But then, sometimes life is too wonderful, too joyful for anything but the simple. Jesus loves me. I love Jesus.
I think people, scholars, big church names, teachers, preachers, anyone who professes to know anything about Christ needs to come to those moments when you set aside all your knowledge. You set aside the theology, you set aside the past, you set aside the future, you set aside the details that clutter your brain. And then you simply rest in the simplicity of the gospel. Jesus loves me. I love Jesus.