God incarnate to die for us. God didn't come half way. He didn't build a bridge. He WAS the bridge. Jesus loved with every fiber of his being. Compassion comes from the depths of a person. (I'd define the Greek, but it isn't that important... plus Brendan hates it when I do that, haha).
So, while we spend time talking about issues left and right (literally, leftish and right-wing opinions) Jesus was walking. Living. Loving.
Jesus wasn't an activist who spoke about hot topics, He took others' lives onto Himself. He doesn't just notive the burdens and talk about a flawed system. He doesn't respond with sympathy, or even empathy. He responds with full on, hardcore, radical compassion. He LIVES our lives with us. He doesn't see divisions. He isn't aware of insiders and outsiders. Only people with lives who need love and true life. He doesn't see flaws. He sees the need behind the flaw. He isn't a God of disappointment, but of grace.
I don't want to sit contently with the nice God-in-a-box Jesus. The more I learn, the more I see Jesus wasn't nice. He was INSANE to love the way He did. Does. Always has and always will.
Merry God-Loved-YOU-enough-to-come-into-this-messed-up-world Day!
Codename: Christmas
Inspired by Gregory Boyle, Tattoos on the Heart :D
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