I am so burdened.
I have a heavy-weight heartache.
my soul is hurting for us. for those of us who have bought the ninety-nine percent lie. that sweet-to-the-tongue, just-hard-enough-to-be-believeable lie.
yeah, ninety-nine percent of you is an incredible liar.
yeah, ninety-nine percent of me has been, too.
and Jesus says fear is the beginning of wisdom, and we say, nah just respect, because we are afraid of what He might mean.
and His word says that the faithful loved not their lives, even unto death, and we love not our lives, even unto being praised for it.
and Jesus endured the cross, despising it’s shame! and we endure the accidentally burned dinner, the messy home, embracing complaints and frustration.
and Jesus says whoever follows him must deny themselves. pick up the burden of the gospel. follow Him.
one. hundred. percent.
and paul bleeds the soul of his creator onto paper when he says
…whatever gain I had, I counted as loss for the sake of Christ. Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which comes through faith in Christ, the righteousness from God that depends on faith…
and somehow we still feel really really good about our ninety nine percent that does its quiet time and leads a bible study and raises its hands during worship and prays over the missionaries who spoke at its church that serve in india and is terrified that Jesus will send it there or tell it to leave everything or heaven-forbid sacrifice its very life for Him because that’s just a little outside our ninety-nine-percent mark.
can you feel it?
can you feel the burden?
can you feel the swelling heartache of the truth that we are just liars excusing our lies with truth-scraps?
this is not a joke...
we will be judged. we will be held accountable for the percentages we spent on uselessness. He will hold our lives in His hands, and He will speak our eternity, and God forbid He holds just nienty-nine percent.
God forbid we be lukewarm.
lukewarm is not just the fifty-five percent-ers.
not just the sixty or seventy-five percent committed.
anything less than one hundred percent is a lie. surrender all.
may the fire prove His righteousness in us.
for the marriage of the Lamb has come, and his Bride has made herself ready; it was granted her to clothe herself with fine linen, bright and pure…
for the fine linen is the righteous deeds of the saints!
may we carry this burden of the glorious gospel of Jesus to our very graves.
oh, God, may we be ever-loving, ever-reaching, ever holy.
may we embrace the tragedy that beautifies our righteousness- the scars that speak volumes of our loyalty, that are lovely to only our bridegroom.
may our souls be washed over in the preeminent swell of grace- the tidal wave of mercy that will move our hearts to righteousness.
that will move us to scale the heights of His holiness, to soar the cliffs of his compassion toward us.
that will move our feet to the beauty of the running, moving, living, breathing gospel.
that will move our ninety-nine percent to one hundred.