I have a lot of thoughts about Jesus. Living by myself, without any family nearby, Jesus is the only constant person I can count on (and honestly, even if I was married with tons of family around, that would still hold true). His love is astounding in its reach, fervor and faith. He’s the most inspiring, perfect person to have ever walked this earth (that’s what happens when God takes on flesh). Even seemingly insignificant action he did have and continue to send tidal waves through the conscience of humanity (see the two word sentence in John 11:35).
But you know what? As great as all of that is–and it is–a lot of times, Jesus is just making me really uncomfortable.
I’m embarrassed to admit it. I know I should be 10000% comfortable with his love and his example. I wish I could say I freely accept his gifts given out of love and grace. But I don’t. Instead, when the good things start piling on, I become either suspicious (“I’m just waiting for the bad to start” I recently told my best friend after a particularly wonderful series of events) or I start scratching to find what I did to deserve this (as my sister reminded me, “It’s not about what you deserve, but rather it’s about grace”).
You see, I would rather go into a situation expecting to be hurt, because then when my expectations are met, I’m ready for it. And if they’re exceeded, if I’m not hurt as much as I anticipate, great. Bonus happiness. What I am not used to is having a situation that I have no control over–but that looks really good–dropped into my lap. That in and of itself is something I struggle to receive (“A gift? For me? Why?”) but then if–PLOT TWIST!–I can’t have any control over it I get really nervous. I talk all the time about how much I love freedom. My catch-phrase is “Be free”. I have that tattooed on my shoulder in Swahili. The one time my truck was in the bodyshop for two weeks getting repaired, I went into a mild depression because my freedom to come and go had been taken away. And yet, despite all of that freedom, I have a really hard time letting the Spirit work freely in my life, and an even harder time letting Jesus freely give and take things in my life.
How ridiculous is that?
I’ve started ending every night with the prayer of Examen as it was explained to me at a conference I recently attended. You begin by taking a moment to express your gratitude to God for little gifts you saw that day. Then you ask his Spirit to show you when in the day you were walking in Freedom and Light, and when you were not. As I was praying that over the weekend, the Lord pointed out to me that I’ve gotten into a nasty habit of setting people up for failure, because I expect them to, and wouldn’t it just be quicker if we got that out of the way? Even worse, I realized that it wasn’t just people I looked to fail, it was also God. It was Jesus. I was perversely trying to test his love and gifts.
That’s not walking in Freedom. The Spirit whispered as I squirmed, uncomfortable and wishing a bit that I hadn’t been so honest with God that night. That’s not Freedom. That’s fear and that’s what you’ve started to walk hand-in-hand with.
But, I might get hurt! Isn’t it smarter to just avoid things all together to save myself the hurt? I tried explaining my logic.
Nothing in this life is promised to you except for my continued love for you. The gifts, the people in your life are not yours to hold onto and keep and never let them leave. They are blessings that I allow to move around you as best benefits you both and brings my glory. Remember, you’re not the only star in this show.
Ouch. And of course, completely true.
The next day, as I was still considering that and reading my Bible, I noticed how open-handed Jesus was with all the gifts his Father gave him. He never closed his fist and said, “Ok God. I’m gonna hold onto these fish. Cause I might get hungry later and need a snack.” He never demanded that God keep his best friends by his side at all times. (Lord knows I would) He was unconcerned with that because, one, he knew his Father well enough to trust him. And two, Jesus–better than anyone else ever will–understood the way the Father works and how every good and perfect gift is from him, but they weren’t given for us to hoard and hide and demand control of. They’re ultimately only lent to us for a season.
Ugh. Jesus you’re making me so uncomfortable! I whined.
Well, yeah, (does Jesus ever smirk or laugh when he’s talking to you? It’s a pretty normal thing for me) that’s kinda my thing. I didn’t come to make everything bunnies and flowers, I came to wake up humanity and bring you back to the Love.
Jesus much of the time makes me incredibly uncomfortable. Because he is perfect and I am not but oh how good that is. And how much harder I strive towards his perfection once I remember that I’m nowhere near it.