For several days I've been wanting to write an essay that would address some of the discussions, specifically about homosexuality, that have been taking place on my blog buddies' sites. I about had it ready on Sunday, but now, it's not necessary.
Instead, let me refer you to an essay on a blog I've just become familiar with. This, in a most beautiful, profound, earthy, real way, covers it all. It matters not what our individual sin is, we're all the girl that Jesus loves in this way.
Let me add one thought before I give you over to this work -- whosoever we condemn here on earth could well wind up being our roommate in heaven. Keep in mind that Jesus did this for ALL sinners, not just us with "delicate" sins. He didn't grade on the curve; He graded on the cross.
And now, an excerpt "The Girl of Your Dreams" from Joshua Gibbs of Chicago.
Jesus had a dream girl. Jesus had a girl that He wanted to marry for several thousand years. But she treated him like shit. She slept with everyone, she didn’t stop until there was a checkmark next to every name in the phonebook. And Jesus, above just hearing the rumors, had to watch every one of these sexual encounters in excruciating detail. He saw every thrust of the hips and heard every whispered word.
Jesus was a rich man, and His dream girl was a poor hooker. They really only had one thing in common and that was that they were both desperately in love with the same person. Jesus loved the poor hooker, and the poor hooker loved herself. The poor hooker never made enough money to pay her rent, and so she went to Jesus whenever she came up short. Jesus never gave her exact change. The fifty dollars she needed was always sandwiched between a stack of hundred bills he would hand her, and he would generally give her a new Lexus and a few homes in upstate New York whenever she stopped by. The poor hooker would always say, “You’re always so nice to me. Man, I’m never going to sleep with anyone else again. I’m with you from now on.” And then she would drive her new car to a pay-by-the-hour motel and sleep with a dozen guys who had AIDS and would beat her when they were finished with her. They would steal her car and her money and then she would call Jesus, and she would be crying and blubbering and saying how awful it had been, and then Jesus would drive to the bad section of town and pick her up, take her back to His home and clean her up. After she showered and Jesus had bandaged up all her wounds, they would sit in the living room and talk.
“I have something for you,” Jesus would say, and then He would give her the moon.
To see the rest of this powerful piece, go to Folding a Map. I don't often say it, but this is a MUST read for all of us.