Do You Worship Chaos?

Thought process:  Warning, the following may be tough on your brain.  

Sitting all night in Chicago. Yeah in Chicago. The O’Hare oasis as a matter fact. The Lord brought me to a parking spot just before rush-hour. Unless you’ve tried to do that with a 53ft trailer, you have no idea what a miracle it is. Thank you Lord Jesus.  

Why would anyone seriously choose to live here. I break it down to the elemental things, it has to do with distractions. They prefer a busily entertained life to following cows around in the pasture.  

Warning leap of thought:

God is not a distraction.  

(That would be the reason why most of the billboards around Chicago have to do with sex, luxury, gambling or alcohol. Oh yeah, there is the occasional “make you feel guilty” billboard. Hospitals, oh yeah, hospitals are a Big thing. And I can’t leave out the governmental mandates to be happy. Apparently God’s not allowed to be the God of Chicago. It beats me to death to figure out how a city, that has to be so well organized, can worship chaos.)

He himself, in Jesus, is life. Religions are distractions. But Jesus is the center of every religion.  (just leaping from one rock of thought to another.  Following me this morning takes a little bit of agility.)

This is not to say that every religion recognizes or worships the living God’s holy son. But Jesus provides life. Man’s interpretation of Christ’s sustaining is called religion.  

A thought I had earlier:

You can tell someone that Jesus is the son of the living God. They might nod, meaning they understand. But learn to spend quality and dedicated time in prayer with him and the meaing changes exponentially.  He is no longer just an invisible figurehead, he becomes the source of your very life. Gladly our personal religion gets tossed out the window. In its place comes a living faith.  

(here’s a bit of a rub for you: The living faith I’m talking about is not based on opinion. It is based on the words of the Bible and constantly compared to those holy words. If it weren’t, it would be no different than any other religion; filled with opinions of Man.)

There are fanatics of every distraction, from religions about God to football 🏈 🙃, and every conceivable aspect of life in between. But the true fanatics of Jesus know what I’m talking about. Once he touches your soul personally, you never forget it. You don’t have to memorize a personal religion anymore. You’ve arrived at the place that surpasses them all.  

Sorry if this is disjointed. I didn’t intend to write a 300 page book. But to explain all this would surely take at least 300 pages. The mind can put things together in a much smaller space.  

Happy assembling.  

The song

Sheet music: "Beauiful Dreamer" by S...

Sheet music: “Beauiful Dreamer” by Stephen Foster (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

One winter night in a tiny little country two men huddled near a fire at the kitchen table.  One was an accomplished musician skilled in various instruments.  The other was a poet, gifted with word craft.  He could speak beauty to anything.

Together they labored through the night and in the morning they celebrated what they had accomplished.  When the Sun had risen and warmed the little town,  the two men went out and performed their new song in the town centre.

The people came out to listen to the beauty of what has been created and were astonished.  Faces full of glee: they listened to the regal words.  These wonderous words described a people intent on the beautiful things.  And the music lifted them to heavenly appeal.

The people so loved the song that they ask the musicians to play it every morning.  They even drafted a law to pay these two men a salary.

Soon the little song had become  favored by all the people in the tiny country.  And the king announced that the song would now be the national anthem.

Every celebration the song was sung.  Every funeral, every wedding, every birth and every incident worthy of any note (no pun intended).

A day came when war was declared against the tiny country.  The neighboring King simply desired the land.  The tiny country’s  army fought valiantly.  And the national song was played on every Battlefront.

Alas they lost the war.  When the victorious King came in to take his new won land.  He gathered together all the magistrates.  His first order to them was that they bring these musicians before him.

When they arrived The Kings smiled at them.  ” I have heard your song on the battlefield and I myself have come to love it.’  The king ordered the musicians to play the song.

At the completion of the song the Kings face was awash with tears. To the amazement of all who were in attendance, the sobbing King ordered that all the citizens of the former country be killed.  “This song is far more worthy than the people who have loved it.  I now on this country, I now own this song!”

The moral of this story should be clear.  But looking around at humanity I can’t imagine how they would perceive it.  It is this:

Be careful what you create.  And be careful what you adore.   And if by chance you happen to create something beautiful and righteous, you would do well to live up to it.  Beautiful words and beautiful music do not make beautiful people.

By His Grace.