Missing Your Savior

Saviors can come in any form especially when the one needing the saving is desperate.

Many of us, the non-saintly, were desperate when we answered that nauseating Sunday altar call. At that moment of saving, The Desperate are told that they are now welcomed into God’s divine, and distinguished fold.

The ramifications of desperation, however, do not suddenly disappear – the vices that we refer to as unwanted affects are lasting. They are like a cancerous tumor. They are malignant.

In the challenge to be anew with Jesus’ sacred blood (got that from Sunday school), they – the Saints (as if their vices do not dominate them) inform the Babes in Christ that they will “backslide”. Is that a group dance…Backslide? The backsliding creates another desperation that’s linked to the unrelenting concern about failure. Failing at being someone new, different. Church-goers classify the backsliding as fighting demons. “It be callin me.”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bQEnzrRyo3c

The “devil’s pull” (I don’t believe in NO devil) is that significant? That tough to beat? Have we asked ourselves why?

Perhaps, it is because we are trying to repair a defect that cannot be ‘fixed’. Defective means whatever that’s not working has an issue that cannot be eradicated. Thus the reason we send back electronics that stop working. Sending back - is similar to jumping in (baptism). Perhaps, it is because we are unable to acknowledge that a Savior is right before us.

Having the ability to say the following is spiritual growth that has been confined to religiosity:

“He saved me! I said, He saved me - not a dead Jesus. He/She did.”

That he/she could have been the man/women that you dismissed prior to entering your house of religion…simply because he/she was unsightly and/or smelly.

Imagine if your Believed-in Jesus approached you now...he may not look good! Additionally, if he shows up at your door with black skin, thick lips, a large nose, and nappy hair, you may turn him away…even after he says, ‘I am the Son of God, come and walk with me. I am taking you home.’ Door slapped!

I recommend that we stop ignoring our Living Saviors. God sends us one everyday. Unfortunately, you are too busy waiting on the unbelievably magnificent to occur (Rapture) – and missing your divine opportunity.

Years ago my Savior came in the form of what the Holy Book describes: black skin, thick lips, a large nose, and nappy hair. And, it (life) has been worth it since that day. No Michael Angelo image taken me anywhere! No pie in the sky believing for me!

Now, think back on your past week. Yeah……..he/she was God's instrument.

Written by the Preacher you will not hear during America’s most segregated hour - 11:00AM Sunday Morning.