Thoughts of Redemption

 

We have not been popular in days past of different. We have not done well with question askers and truth tellers even when they are part of the family. 

Is it control? Is it fear? Is it lack of understanding or desire to understand? Do we fear walking outside of the lines, or finding at the end of our questions we were all wrong? Do we fear being wrong? Are we too stuck in our own way of thinking to walk with another in theirs? 

Is it important to always be right? Is it ok to fall back on grace and apologize or ask for help in the wrong? Is there a right and a wrong; or it is all being redeemed - One question at a time? Is it our place to judge redemption in process? Because all redemption is in process, and arrival if you live in or outside of time. Nothing is stagnant, all is in movement and redemption is a perpetual beam of light in one direction both going and coming from God. 

God does not step outside of our redemption, or away from us when we can’t see. He is both the beginning and the end of it - the chasing in between. 

Stuck in our way of thinking they are outside of the redeemed. Stuck thinking that there is a them and us - like days of old when the law made sense until redemption made a visit and brought redemption in reduction, and freedom in failure.

Let us be popular in days ahead. Popular with the way we discern and listen; the way we treat every person at their table, and those we have not yet invited.

Let us surrender. Let us be fully in the light. Let us put aside our need to be right and enter into unfathomed grace and love. Let us walk with the one who made us, our maker and find that we had it all wrong. Let us laugh at pride and the way we once thought. Let us learn, together – taught by the one that made our minds.

I can’t do this anymore. I can’t unsee what is now seen. A cost will come, a cost already paid, its ok when few understand.

The days ahead are bright and light and walking in and outside the line of redemption you will find us. The question askers, the truth tellers – laughing at the way it was when we only walked the line.