Some days the Bible is like a warm blanket by a fire, wrapping me in its promise and assurance, comforting me in times of pain and confusion, pointing the way in the tension and unknown of everyday life.
And some days it’s just flat disturbing.
Hey, just keeping it real. Try this one on for size:
“If you’re not willing to take what is dearest to you, whether plans or people, and kiss it goodbye, you can’t be my disciple.” (Luke 14:33)
I’d like to tell you that “in the original Greek,” or “according to historical context,” that what you read here isn’t really what Jesus meant. But I can’t. So I won’t. It’s there. It’s disturbing.
Even after all these years of serving God, pursuing His ways, leading His church, I have to confess something: I still fall victim to thinking this is all about me. Admit it. You do, too. We “love me some me.” (thank you Terrell Owens for that amazing addition to the American pop-culture lexicon).
We long for a God who will strain out the ugly realities of our broken world and leave only the ease, comfort and pleasure we desire to consume. We want a God committed to elevate the good and eliminate the bad in our little self-oriented kingdoms.
But God isn’t seeking to edit your story. He wants to give you a whole new script.
Some days I can’t wait to embrace that reality. And some days it’s just flat disturbing.