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Is Your Jesus Jacked-up & Broke Down?!

Omar
September 3, 2013

“Is Your Jesus Jacked-up & Broke Down?!”

When my son was born he received two very special gifts. One was a small blue blanket with his name embroidered on it and the other was a small, very soft, teddy bear. He liked the blanket all right, but it stayed in his crib and he only used it at night. But his teddy bear, however, was a whole different story. He used to love to sleep with it, eat with it, play with it, go to the bathroom with it, drag it around the house, outside, in the car, to church . . . he took that bear everywhere with him—we had to draw the line at bath time! The bear was not going swimming. But rest assured that he wasn’t very far away, was waiting for him, guarding his towel from would-be thieves.

Come time for sleep, woe be unto you if that teddy bear wasn’t in that crib with him as he laid down for his nap or at bed-time! I can still remember it like it was yesterday, peeking in on him and seeing him having that bear in a chokehold--it was either under one of his arms or right next to his face or head. It had to be touching him or he had to be touching it! Very quickly it became worn-out and threadbare, but he didn’t care. He still loved that thing with every fiber of his being.

Did I mention that it also became very nasty very quickly and had to be washed very often? You would think that an asleep toddler wouldn’t notice a missing bear for an hour or two right after a long day of . . . toddling, but my boy was like a little Puerto-Rican alarm. He wasn’t having that at all, so my wife and I did what any self-respecting grown person would do: during my son’s “bear withdrawal” episodes, we replaced it with a similar toy. However my son was not fooled so easily. I still remember—aside from “shots” day--one of the worst times of screaming, crying, and nashing of teeth. He had just gone to sleep and I had drawn the short-straw. So I waited the requisite amount of time until I knew he was good and asleep (thank you Fisher-Price baby monitor), I snuck into his room; and just like Indiana Jones, nervous and sweating, standing before the little, pudgy, golden statue with a bag of sand in one hand, I gingerly and gently slid the bear out from my son’s boa-constrictor grip and replaced it with the decoy. So far, so good! As I turned to leave his room, he stirred and sat bolt upright, eyes wide-open. I don’t have to tell you what came next: “The Midnight Cry!” His “Great Disappointment” was so loud, he woke up his big sister and my wife! I’m sure that in that one act I scarred my son for life and that he will be recounting this tale on some Psychiatrist’s couch later in life.

My son’s fine now, thanks for asking, but that bear is in his hope chest for him to share with his children and his children’s children. All kidding aside, you may think this story is a funny little anecdote about my son’s early years, but it begs the larger, more poignant question: “what does your Jesus look like? Is he barely used and in pristine condition, like my son’s blanket? Do you see him once a day—or once a week, at church? Or is your Jesus jacked-up and broke down, like my son’s bear. Do you take him everywhere you go and can’t stand to be apart from Him—even for a moment?

In the morning, as your eyes open, do you, like King David, proclaim "My soul finds rest in God alone . . ." (Psalms 62:1, NIV) and “You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water.” (Psalms 63:1, NIV) As you’re preparing for and planning your day, is your prayer “Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.” (Psalms 90:14, NIV) Throughout the day, is your prayer “Oh, how I love your law! I meditate on it all day long.” (Psalm 119:97, NIV) At night, as you lay down to sleep, is your prayer “Your decrees are the theme of my song
wherever I lodge. In the night, Lord, I remember your name, that I may keep your law.” (Psalm 119:54-55, NIV)

I earnestly hope and pray that today, like the Apostle Paul, you will take time to deepen your resolve as you recognize that “Nothing is as wonderful as knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. I have given up everything else and count it all as garbage. All I want is Christ and to know that I belong to him . . . All I want is to know Christ and the power that raised him to life.” (Philippians 3:8-10, CEV)

I promise you: a life invested in seeking to know Jesus better and better every day will yield a deeper, richer, Christian experience and a peaceful, purposeful, and powerful life. And one day, when you see Jesus face-to-face, you can thank Him for the gift of His Holy Spirit (John 14:15-26) that assured you that He could be jacked-up and broke down.

This is Miranda Writing,
Omar



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