What is the thing that I have forgotten? Amongst the noise and chaos of the world around me? The world seems to have lost it's mind with The Church leading the way down. Sold our soul for The Supreme Court. We have been given our 30 pieces of silver. What we will do when we realize they're worthless? We sit in front of the fireside like Peter. We deny Christ not with our words but with our actions. They will know us by our fruit and we are the fig tree on the side of the road. He passes us and notices we have no fruit. When he comes back if the situation is the same we will be cursed. This is not a maybe. This is a reality.
What did I forget? What does he want? He has spelled it out in his word. DO justly. Not speak justly. Do justly. Children being torn from their mothers. Men and women dying for no other reason than the color of their skin or their religion or their geographical location. And we have been commanded to do justly. But I get tired. I get worn out. The Church has no relief for me. The Church just holds more disappointment. When the words of Jesus are debated this much there is no safety. So what do I do? What have I forgotten?
Maybe that the one who offers relief isn't found inside The Church's doors. The one who has the Spirit of the Sovereign Lord upon him. The one who is anointed to preach good news to the poor. The one who is proclaiming captives free, sight to the blind, and freedom to the oppressed. The one who is saying the time of the Lord's favor has come. He is not contained in a building. He bursts through any doors designed to contain him. He settles in my heart and spirit, and he is the one who brings me relief. When those entrusted with the care of his people seem to have forgotten his words I read them myself over and over and that is where I find relief.
This is a "yes and" fight not an "either or". I don't huddle behind the walls of safety that religion can provide and simply pray. Simply say "well God is sovereign. He is in control. He will take care of it." Yes he will take care of it. By equipping me to go out and do. Yes and. Pray and do. Faith without works is dead.
But just as easily I can say works without faith drains the life from me. When I work without faith I empty of energy so quickly. Like water through a sieve. I read the news, I scroll through Twitter and the wind is knocked out of me. And I don't know if I can go on. Because I forgot about "yes and"
I'm writing a letter to my representative AND I'm praying that the hearts of those in power would soften. That those who don't claim knowledge of the one who loves justice and mercy would still do his good work. That they would be his agents unaware.
I'm marching in the streets AND I'm praying that the same way 12 men from different backgrounds and socioeconomic levels changed the entire known world we too would change the very street we walk.
I'm giving my time AND my money AND my spirit. Without all three working together I have no hope of surviving. It's too dark. It's too painful. Without the promises of the nail pierced hands I couldn't go on. So when The Church lets me down. When the world seems worse every second of every day. I go to back to where my help comes from. I lift my eyes unto the hills and I listen to his words.
"God blesses the poor for the kingdom of heaven is theirs."
"God blesses those who hunger and thirst for justice, for they will be satisfied."
"You have heard the law that says 'Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I say, love your enemies! Pray for those who persecute you!"
"Keep on asking and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking and you will find. Keep on knocking and the door will opened to you."
"Come to me, all you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest"
When I don't run back to the arms of Jesus regularly I lose the strength to fight the battles I know I need to fight. The Church may disappoint me. The country may make me weep. But I wait on the Lord and renew my strength. I rise up on eagles wings ready for the work ahead. Yes and.