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Show Them Jesus

I’m a Washington Redskins fan. Rabidly. And have been so for many years. So I’ll confess right up front that I’m biased.

I’m a Christian as well. Just as rabidly. And also for many years. Also biased in that regard.

It’s not often that both of those rabid passions combine. When they do, it’s a blessed moment, one that I relish.

And then I saw this, yesterday, a week-old article that I had missed…

Which can also be seen here, in context…

And both include this thought…

At the end of the day, anybody in our locker room who is struggling with something and isn’t perfect – which would be everybody in the locker room – my attitude would be that I want to show love to them in a way that shows them Jesus, and hope that they can encounter the same love that I encountered from Jesus that saved my life.

Show them Jesus.

In a world that throws around the words tolerance and intolerance like rag dolls ready to be thrown at a moment’s notice into someone else’s face, that’s a radical thought. And when Christians treat the Bible in the same way, that’s just as radical.

Although, really, it isn’t as radical as we think.

Show them Jesus.

And the writer of the ESPN article – without stating where he lands with Jesus one way or the other – concludes with this thought…

Again, wherever you come down on the issues of homosexuality or religion, what Cousins says here is refreshing and worth paying attention to. He’s saying we should all treat each other with love and kindness, and help each other out, no matter what. You don’t have to have been raised on the New Testament to think that’d be a pretty nice world in which to live.

So. You want to get their attention, do you?



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This Glorious Dance

cropped-istock_000005875382mediumThere are many reasons I’m in awe of my wife, not the least of which is her ability to know me better than anyone else outside God, yet still love me. But there are several quotes that have caught my eye today that seem to illustrate relatively well how much in awe I am of my wife…

She does not need to believe him to have superhuman powers or to be in any way invincible, but in order for her to be emotionally secure, she needs to know that in any threatening situation, he would be in between her and the threat, and that he would die before she did” (For a Glory and a Covering, p. 48).

Now, come on. Did you really think she loved me because of my superhuman powers?!? Of course not! But, the simple fact that she trusts me implicitly with the burden that, when she, or any of our children, are threatened, I’d move heaven and hell to eliminate that threat, is humbling to the extreme.

Speaking of superhuman feats of strength…

[He] had delivered at least three babies in the back seats of cars and taxi cabs, and thought he was qualified to assert that there was nothing whatever that was natural about it. It was the craziest thing in the world. Women were the kind of people that PEOPLE came out of, for crying out loud, and he thought it was the kind of thing best monitored by world-class doctors and sophisticated electronic gear, maintained closely by teams of nurses with graduate degrees in astrophysics. (Evangellyfish, pp. 86-87).

Yeah, SHE’S done that. Given birth to a human being. FOUR times. Without pain medication. And would do it again. I’m a spineless puddle of goo when it comes to that kind of feat of strength and determination.

Ah, but she’s not done…

The relation between husband and wife is not static. He does not sit here being masculine, with her over there, being feminine. They do not radiate vibes across the room at each other. Their relationship is instead a dynamic exchange. He initiates, and she responds — this glorious dance should pervade every aspect of their lives. He bows, and then she curtsies” (For a Glory and a Covering, p. 46).

That glorious being, that picked ME to be her partner for life, won’t settle for anything less than a dynamic exchange. And I love it. No, not because I get to do the bowing, and she the curtseying. Yes, because when I bow, I’m not bowing to an empty room, but to a dance partner who can’t wait to see what the dance is.

So, dance partner. Shall we dance?

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