but that has not sat well with everyone.
i've heard from several different people in my life that what i'm doing is dangerously false and far from His truth. because sacred is in the Church, in the Word, and in the ordained.
isn't that right?
was i wrong?
and this week, this video appeared. i saw it posted here and there, on one friend's wall, and then another's twitter. and then i clicked play. and i sobbed.
because it was my answer to these careless-flung words from one broken heart to another. because we've knocked His hands off the cross and hid the bloodstains under the carpet. we've repainted His face and highlighted mismatched sections of the Word until the sacred has been turned into stigma.
it's not a museum for good people
it's a hospital for the broken.
religion says do.
Jesus says done
religion says slave
Jesus says son
and this was my answer to the questions and the controversy. and i felt ashamed of myself, because this should have been my answer all along.
and i cannot thank Him enough. because this is what i've been trying to say, and couldn't form.
and so i find myself clutching brave again, like a drowning solider with just a scrap of fight left, unwilling to surrender. no more making Him small because it fits better. He isn't supposed to fit, after all, but change.
when He said it is finished
i believe that He meant it.