Not talking about the zodiac.
Preach talked about the mess in the church body. What’s your sign? What’s your mess? Messy people, messy issues. The phrase “nobody’s perfect” is like a rock being turned over to look at the reason why we have messes, why nobody’s perfect and exactly how imperfect the messes are.
If we could see a yellow caution sign floating over your head, what would be written on it? Is it bold type? script? tiny font or huge? neon? flashing? rotating? What if your most dominant negative personality trait(s) that drives your relationships was advertised on a caution sign so the world would know what to expect from you and how to relate to you?
Life is messy. People are messy. It’s a potential mess to deal with people’s messes let alone my own. How convenient it would be to have a sign to read before I stick my foot in something disgusting.
As Preach preached, I was madly drawing little caution triangles and filling them in on the back of one of my several medical bills that mysteriously found their way into my Bible filing system. Here’s a few of the characteristics I thought it would be useful to know about someone before I even open my mouth with a how-do-you-do. Let me remind you, we’re concentrating on the messy characteristics that cause trouble.
Know-It-All, Oh-So-Important, Shields Up, Smug, Childish, Blank, Clingy, Apathetic, Dry Humor, No Humor, Odd, Weird, Witty, Dull, Sharp Tongue, Flippant, Confused, Needy, Clueless, Arrogant, Unfeeling, Contrary, Cryptic, Perpetually Crabby, Nag, Rebel, Touchy, Perfect, Proud, Doubter, Lemming, Weepy, Shallow, Sponge, Sieve, Argumentative, Cold, Loud, Victim, Professionally Depressed, Martyr, and my most recent favorite — Happy-Dappy- Clappy, aka Pollyanna.
When you know your sign, or more to the point, when everybody knows everybody else’s caution sign, the Body can figure out how to deal, knowing when to walk on eggs with that one, bring along source references for him, stand back 10 ft from them, have non-stop hugs ready (actually, I like that), bring tissues, wear your helmet, and the beat goes on and on and on and on.
This is not good. This is not right and it is definitely not productive when you consider these two things —
1. Jesus prayed we’d all be one
2. The fields are white with harvest
We’re living in the last days, time is running out, and we’re trying to figure out how to deal with each others’ personality glitches. I keep coming back to something I heard Joyce Meyer say with one hand on hip and the other hand pointing toward the camera, “We need to get over our sweet little selves! There’s work to do!”
Milk…meat…milk…meat….hm….let me think.
The Body is the hospital in which we are to be healed from the dysfunction that grips us, through the Holy Spirit of Jehovah God. Once you reach the point where you understand what your problem is – no, not issue, I said problem! We’ve got serious problems! Issues get to cuddle under the blankets in the crib, problems demand resolution. We are not commissioned to help everybody feel comfortable and all feely-fuzzy. When you analyze your caution sign, and you figure out how your problem became a problem, you are at that point to recognize the need and source of correction and that would be God. Then you have reached the point at which you no longer have an excuse, no longer have an excuse, no longer have an excuse, to continue in the non-productive, self centered flaws that have so far resulted in your negative behavior up to that point of revelation…. In other words, grow up and trash the banky and the binky… you go to the hospital for prayer, teaching in the word, fellowship in love…
So that we will be united in faith and purpose, to grow up and out of our mess so that we can reach out as a team, arm in arm, with one mind, turning our flaws outward into talents, and fulfilling God’s plan for salvation for all we touch.
The church body cannot continue to coddle and cradle each other for fear of offending each other, afraid that somebody will have feelings hurt and expect to be productive. I hurt easily. But, more and more, I hear “suck it up.” Well! How do you like that? I walk on eggs too, but I hear “suck it up, Buttercup.” It’s just not fair. But it is Life.
It makes me think, am I reaping the consequences of my poor decisions from the past or is somebody else sowing seeds from which they’ll reap in their own lives later?
Time is short. Our 401k accounts will be dried up. It will be against the law for Christians to pray in public, and has already started in our schools where our children are being trained. Our healing will default to faith in Jesus. Period. No doctor options because some form of socialized medical care will be passed this year and no matter what is cut or adjusted, it will deteriorate rapidly against us. Not convinced that we need to get over some stuff that’s weakening us? For cryin’ in the proverbial beer, the New World Order is crouching in the bushes. We won’t be hiding out in our church buildings forever.
The flaps are down, people! We need to learn to forgive quickly without discussion, love without conditions, learn with openness, and receive correction from each other and Holy Spirit like steel on steel polishing off the warts we don’t need.
The world is looking for solutions to problems, not a bunch of judgmental, whiney hypocrites unable to function any better than they do.
Hey, Preach! How do you preach to all that personality diversity?
Loudly, fearlessly, tirelessly.