Asbury United Methodist Church
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February 1, 2018

Today is a gift from God, a grace free for the offering and it cannot be earned.

          This morning I woke up with a hymn by Francesca Battistelli playing in my head.  The title is If We’re Honest; and, it haunted me:

Truth is harder than a lie.
The dark seems safer than the light.
And everyone has a heart that loves to hide.

          Nowadays anyway, truth seems quite difficult to find.  It also is difficult to recognize real truth through all the spin. 

          And, spin seems to be the paradigm in our culture because no one wants anyone else to think we have warts.

          So, truth is harder than a lie and the dark seems safer than the light.  The rub, as Battistelli sings is, we’ve built walls nobody can get through.

          In the ancient Aramaic language, another name for God is Truth.  In some ways, our humanness is rather laughable because we often behave as if God cannot see through our charades.

           Unconsciously, we delude ourselves into thinking that not even God can see us in the dark.  It’s kind of like my granddaughter Lylah holding her hands over her eyes and thinking that I can’t see her because she can’t see me. 

          Just maybe if I can’t see God, God can’t see me either.

          Yes, it’s laughable to inadvertently disregard the fact that the Creator cannot see every hair on our heads.  Even so, through our attitudinal behavior, we can build walls that fence God out of our lives.

          And, we do just fine…until we don’t! 

          There is a tiny verse in the story of the Prodigal that settles in upon my heart and it makes weight on my soul.

          “…I am starving to death (Luke 15:17b NIV).”  

          Not rocket science.  It does not take a genius to figure this out.  I am starving to death!

Have you ever known hunger?  Have you ever known real hunger?

          There is a severe hunger that goes beyond the need for physical nourishment.  There is a type of hunger that is harsh, relentless and unyielding.

          This type of hunger reaches down into our very core.  This hunger is realized when we finally see that we have drifted to Far Away and, we just can’t do this anymore.

          Words that describe this level of hunger include: empty; barren; disorientation; lost; sick; pointless; hollow and despaired. 

          This hunger is finally grasped when it dawns upon us that we were not built to live in Far Away.  When we are desperate enough to chow down on pig slop (Luke 15:16), there’s our sign.

          And…no I am not speaking of literal pig slop but you get the drill.  Forms of this include the horror of recognizing that we are betraying the people that we love most.

          It includes the fact that maybe we have been chowing down on addiction for a very long time and we have put those close to us in pain.  It includes lying, deceit and all forms of brokenness that have spilled over from self to those around us.

          It can like we’re living in a dream but watching ourselves make a beeline to others to spread gossip or bad news because it makes us feel empowered to demonstrate that we are in the know.  I will even toss coercion on this pile of brokenness.

        What to do?  What to do?

Bring your brokenness, and I’ll bring mine.
‘Cause love can heal what hurt divides.
And mercy’s waiting on the other side.
If we’re honest.
If we’re honest.

          Don’t pretend to be something that you’re not.
Living life afraid of getting caught.
There is freedom found when we lay our secrets down, 
at the cross… 

(If We’re Honest, Francesca Battistelli, Fervent Records/Word, 2014)

           There is always Good News…at the cross. 

It’s the best thing we can ever do. 

          So, bring your brokenness and I’ll bring mine… 

          Just some thoughts on a Thursday!  What a savior!  Mercy is always waiting on the other side. 



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