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Are you enough, or what?

Published September 13, 2018 by Dawn

“It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. But go and learn what this means: ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’ For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners” (Matthew 9:12-13) 

I couldn’t move past this verse today. It is sweet like honey and intensely satisfying to the hungry heart. Jesus was eating with “many tax collectors and sinners,” and a group of Pharisees came to interrogate him about it.

Knowing that Jesus is God in flesh, covered in the Holy Spirit at all times, I’m sure the Pharisees always felt His righteousness when they were around him. They felt the difference between their spirits and His. They were, no doubt, acutely aware of their righteousness being as filthy rags, but instead of humbling them, it hardened them. They found Jesus sitting around a bunch of sinful people and their first thoughts were to condemn him, because finally, they had a reason to point the finger and say “aha!”

“Do you know these people?”

I imagine their sneers.

“Do you know what they’ve done and the way they do others?”

“Are you gonna hang out with this trash?”

I love how Jesus talks about the men and women around him. He doesn’t speak of them as if they are lesser or unworthy. He calls them “sick.” He acknowledged their brokenness. Their desperate need of healing and cleansing. A doctor would take them in and clean their wounds, bind up their brokenness and tenderly nurse them back to health. Then, insist they come back for treatment as often as they need it.

Before this meal, he had walked past Matthew’s tax booth, looked over at him and said, “Come, follow me.” No one in their right mind would have talked to Matthew! He was a liar and cheat. He was, with permission from the oppressive Roman regime, robbing his flesh and blood for the sake of personal gain. But to Jesus, he was someone more than that. He was the man who would later write the first Gospel. He was a man who would, later that same night, invite a bunch of sinners into his house to hang out with God in the flesh. He was a gateway to the saving power of Christ in the lives of so many people who most likely weren’t welcome in the church, the market or anywhere else in town. Jesus called him out of his sin (literally, in the act!) and then used him immediately to call more to himself.

The Pharisees represent the church. It’s evident in reading through the gospels that they were self-righteous and indignant that Christ would rather hang out with people who were fleshly and in need than those who sacrificed every worldly comfort to be counted worthy in God’s eyes. Sacrifice, though. Let me pause there: I don’t think God is displeased with such offerings. I just think that when our sacrifice makes His mercy in the lives of others a point of contention between us and Him, we must understand that God would smile more upon our mercy to our fellow man than on our staunch sacrifice that often makes us feel self-made in His eyes.

Finally, I think it’s important to consider what the last part of this selection says: “I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.” If we are honest with ourselves, we can humbly admit that He came to call us. We are sinners. In those moments when I feel righteous, I thank God that “… those who walk in pride he is able to humble” (Daniel 4:37). Jesus didn’t come to call the righteous to himself because they could never hear him anyway, over the sound of patting themselves on the back. C.H. Spurgeon once said, “While others are congratulating themselves, I have to sit humbly at the foot of the cross and marvel that I’m saved at all.” This is the attitude of those Christ has come to call, and those He will undoubtedly reach. Such people are aware of themselves. They know they are not enough on their own. But they also know that God makes them enough through the sacrificial blood of Jesus.

Thank you Lord, for saving such a wretch as I.

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Maybe She’s Born with it … Or Maybe it’s Jesus

Published September 6, 2018 by Dawn

We all know Wal-Mart can become kind of a monopoly in terms of where we shop, if we aren’t careful. It’s so easy to take that one-stop shop instead of spending half a day shopping around for things. I mean, unless you are a shopper. I am not. I hate it. I don’t like crowds, or materialistic vibes, or the depths of vanity that try to manipulate me into buying things I don’t need. I bristle at the idea of spending money on frivolous and unnecessary purchases. I also have a pretty deep rut I’m stuck in regarding most things that I like. Just last month, I spent half an hour trying to choose a new mascara because Wal-Mart did what Wal-Mart always does: the moment I finally find something I like, Wal-Mart discontinues stocking it.

R.I.P. Covergirl Exact Eyelights Mascara. I loved you more than you’ll ever know.

There I stood, eyes wide in shock and befuddlement. There are several brands, and then a gazillion options within each brand! Although I liked the Exact Eyelights Mascara, I didn’t like another tube Covergirl had to offer, so the field was wide open as to what brand I was even going to choose. I paced back and forth through two separate aisles F-O-R-E-V-E-R, reading every last package trying to figure out whether I wanted Blackest Black or Midnight. Then I had to ask myself, “Do I trust this waterproof brand to come off with soap, or will I have to scrub my eyelashes with a metal scouring pad to chip it off?” Then I found something called “primer” and I wondered how necessary that was to a good experience with mascara, in general.

Right before I succumbed to feelings of hopeless frustration, a friendly Wal-Mart employee walked up to stock right next to me and I turned toward her in desperation. She took in the sight of a haggard female reminiscent of Jack Nicholson in The Shining and gave me a hesitant, customer service smile. I melted into normalcy a little and said, “Can you help me?” Our eyes met and …

Her eyelashes were incredible!

There were no clumps, no flakes on her face, no black smudges beneath her lower lashes. Every eyelash was perfectly separated from the others, long and blackest black. I swallowed my anxiety while tears of relief leaked down my cheeks. “What mascara are you wearing?”

She walked over to it, pulled it down and began explaining that, although it’s slightly more expensive than most that Wal-Mart has to offer, it’s the best she’s found. The package had a white tube and a rose gold tube. The white one was primer, and she explained how to use it and why it was a good purchase in general. She had no idea I was already sold on this product just because I saw her wearing it, so she prattled on a bit before handing the mascara over to me. I thanked her profusely and grabbed a second one for my daughter. I should have grabbed a few more because we all know it might be the last time I see it at Wal-Mart, but for now, I have the BEST mascara in the world.

Seriously.

This is a lot like how it is when others come to us searching for something. They come desperate. Empty. Bewildered. They’ve no doubt been searching for a while – in vain – for something to satisfy their deepest needs and finally, our worlds collide, and people see that we have what they need so desperately.

Jesus.

People don’t come to Jesus because of our testimony. Our testimony helps us overcome. It’s a reminder for those hard times, so that we will keep going with confidence that the God who got us through will do it again. That’s what scripture says; “They triumphed over him [Satan] by the blood of the lamb and by the Word of their testimony” (Revelation 12:11). Our testimony creates a “Cool story, bro” moment. People like to hear it, and it might give them something to think about or crave in their own lives. They might try Jesus out with hesitancy based on our testimony, unsure if that’s what they want and more prone to walk away in the trying times when their lives don’t fit the narrative we’ve created. But do you know what makes people sell out to our God? Seeing us with God all over us. When we walk, talk and act like Jesus is alive on the inside of us, we erase every measure of doubt in regards to His goodness. When people can look at us and see the effects of “Christ in me,” they will come to Him because the difference in our lives is unmistakable and beautiful and everything they wish they had. Peace, joy, love, kindness, patience, self-control. All the fruits of the Spirit of God, which cannot be emulated. They can only be purchased by Jesus and given to us in exchange for our acknowledgement and repentance. Wear Jesus, friends, and be a walking billboard for the God you serve!