We love to define people based on their worst, whatever their worst is. We also have this sick obsession with reminding people (the ones who did it and the ones who perhaps didn’t know what was done) about said sin/offense. We like to shame people, put them down so low until they’re ground into dust. We don’t like to see people overcome their “dirt”, their “filth”, their failures, their missteps. We celebrate watching people get knocked back down, possibly lower than where they started, who’ve fought to rise above their worst and do better, live better, BE better. We revel in their downfall. We dress in our Sunday best to watch them roast over the fire on the spit, and gleefully breathe in the scent of their burning flesh. What is it about this human nature that loves to watch folks crumble and then crawl? Why do we love to live in their past and never allow them to create a new future? We talk so much about God and forgiveness, often quoting the scripture that says God himself throws our sins into the sea of forgetfulness once we’ve confessed to Him and repented. I guess, according to human “wisdom”, we think God forgets to constantly remind us that We can’t change, even when washed in the blood of the Lamb. It’s funny, we talk about the devil/enemy so much and blame him for all of the evil in the world. We take no responsibility for reigniting the torches as we search for the next victim to lynch before the masses. Honestly, if we really want to see evil, we should simply look in the mirror.
Many who are broken prey upon other broken ones to make themselves feel whole. They will say and do anything to get what they want/need to fill the gaping craters of emptiness within them caused by life’s traumas, disappointments, and tragedies. Instead of looking within themselves and reconciling their own brokenness, they look outward and drain other broken souls trying desperately to be healed. And while they don’t mean to cause harm, they do. They break down other broken souls even lower than they already are, all the while realizing that they don’t feel any better , any “whole-er” than they did before they began. So, broken souls break other broken souls and never get the healing that they need because they’re tapping into the wrong source. But in spite of our misguided, human attempts at achieving wholeness, God is still our safe place. No matter what lies have been told to you, about you, or even that you’ve told (to others or to yourself), God is still our refuge and there is shelter, grace, mercy, peace, and healing under his Almighty wings. Today is Resurrection Sunday. It’s time to allow God to resurrect the purpose He has ordained for your life. But first, you have to seek refuge in that safe place, stop lying to yourself, and allow God to show you who you are now, so you can become the you you’re destined to be! There is healing in the SAFE PLACE of Christ Jesus! (Thank you, Bishop George and Pastor Mary Searight)!