TITLE: Ranting, Don't You Feel Better Now By lauren finchum 11/27/09 |
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Why do we make things so complicated? Why do I ask this?
It’s just; we try to be so holy that we take the fun out of life. We’re so busy trying to scrutinize everything for sin that we just can’t enjoy the good things in life.
I mean, what’s all this about making Christmas a solemn holiday? Have you ever seen a solemn birthday party? I don’t think so.
Funeral yes, birthday party, no. And after all Jesus is risen, not dead.
Why do all the Christians walk about like we’ve just been embalmed? We have joy; we’ve been delivered from sin, the pain of it, the sentence of it.
And all we can do is argue. Argue about what Bible translation is the “right” one. Arguing what color of hair should be allowed in the church pews. Fighting over if the Christian flag should come before or after the country’s flag. It’s so crazy.
What happened to joy. What happen to Peace that passes understanding? Come on, Christians! Smile; stop arguing. Stop pointing the finger, blaming.
You don’t’ have to be thrilled with a person's personality, but come on. Accept them. We don’t have to act the same, do things the same, see eye to eye.
Read the Bible, but not with your own mind, with God’s. “The spirit of the law is freedom, the word of the law brings death.” Jesus said that. Well, ok, I’m paraphrasing a bit, but still, you get the idea.
Become humble—-and please stop having pride that you are humble—it’s not the same thing. Learn to laugh, take a joke.
‘Tis the season to be jolly. That should be every season.
Stop thinking you have to always have some holy catch phase popping from your lips. Not everything one says has to be some insightful theory of theolgicalmal deepness.
Higgle flipper smaklebee tuloola.
Was that smart? No. Did it make you laugh? If you loosen up, yes.
If you’re a tight-wad of pitched up facial muscle, then still no.
Don’t worry, be happy. God knows what He’s doing, He knows we can’t comprehend it. He never asked us to be Him. He asked us to love Him—and others . . .no matter how dumb they are.
Did some one say, there’s no God? Then they’re stupid, but Jesus still loves them, and so should we.
I’m tired of it. We are so afraid of weakness we put on airs. There has to be somewhere in between sin obsessed and perfection opposed . . .oh, yeah , I think it’s called sane.
Now let’s hear it. Yeeeeeaaaaah! Jesus I love you, you rock! You ARE the Rock! You save, you heal, you love unconditionally.
When I’m dumb, when they’re dumb. You free, you give. You keep every promise. Hallelujah, let’s dance! Come on, get loose, jump, wiggle, giggle.
Jesus loves a smile and dance. Let get down like David. Yeah, now you got it. To the left, to the right. Clap. Sing, smile, laugh. Laugh loud. No, really CACKLE. The chains are gone. I see them no mo’ no mo’!
Whose in the house? JC’s in the house! Whoop whoop! (I stole that form Kirk Franklin.)
Now screeeaaaam. Freeeeeeeee. Jesuuuuuuuus! Heaven is a happy place. Let’s bring Heaven to earth. It’s not as far as we think.
Merry Christmas! Joyeux Noel! Feliz Navidad! Merii Kurisumasu! Nollaig Shona Daoibh! Happy Hanukkah!
Rock around the Christmas tree. Give your dad a big kiss, hug you brother, squeeze the cat, kiss the dog’s head.
Shout to the Lord with a happy heart. Thank you, Jesus!
Now, don’t you feel better?
2009
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