This short piece is a part of my testimony. It was inspired by a blog by El Chupacabra.
For years I sweated to be like Jesus. Needless to say, I became somewhat of a nervous wreck. always falling waaaay short.
Finally I started over from scratch and went back to reread the Gospels like the first time I read them when God drug me out of hippiedom into a mad love affair[1] with Jesus. And lo and behold, everything I had tried to know was wrong, and a great deal of what I'd left behind in my quest to be A Good Christian was right.
So I gave up on the idea of What Would Jesus Do, and went back to What Did Jesus Do? He looked to Daddy God. He loved people-- tangibly, with everything from time to touch to revelation to conversation to miracles to meals. Life got a whooole lot better, and a whooole lot easier. Especially when I realized it wasn't my job to save people. I mean, I'd said that for years, but it was freaking TRUE.
Grace, love, and rest trump works, fear, and more works. Every time.
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