Jesus

The last several months, the verse having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof, has been rolling around in my spirit, wanting some attention. Then Jim and I were just randomly talking about the church increasingly wanting to conform to be socially acceptable (DCtalk song anyone?).

We talked about how a lot of people seem to be comfortable talking about God, but not about Jesus. Then Jim said the phrase from that verse. Having a form of godliness, but lacking the power thereof.

Jesus is the variable between Christianity and any other religion. Yet, He is mentioned so little. And the Cross is avoided, it feels.

I've been reading books by Heidi Baker lately, because I just can't settle for being comfortable in my tiny little world. I need to be jostled, shook up, confronted. She never stops mentioning, LOUDLY, Jesus!  She never lets Him out of the attention of her reader. It's really helping me to  not forget about Jesus. Because I do.

I think He is very uncomfortable to talk about. He did things we can't imagine or understand; and we don't try to understand either. He was such ridiculous love, to people we can't stand, and to us. He is recorded as being angry/mad/mean once. And that meanness was directed at the church. He turned over tables, kicked people out of the temple, in what has been described as a rage. The church. Us. People who wear His nametag.

I am most definitely on this list of those who do not understand our Jesus.

But we need to keep saying His name. He longs for us to make mention, to remember. To not forget His cross. There was a cross, beatings, blood, tears, spit, weapons involved with Jesus' life. That is the power...His blood fell, and with it FREEDOM crashed to the Earth and is still here.

Jesus, because of this cross, is the POWER THEREOF. May we not deny or ignore Him.

2 Timothy 3:5