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posted Mar 31, 2013, 5:07 AM by Suzette Vearnon   [ updated Mar 31, 2013, 5:07 AM ]
I serve a risen Savior.  He's in the world today.  I know that He is living.  There was a time when I'd sing the words of this familiar hymn but in my every day life, I didn't know what that meant.  You see, I grew up in a very legalistic environment.  God's character wasn't presented as one of love and concern.  It might have been said in passing, but the emphasis was on his judgement and holiness.  I'd watch as people jumped and shouted when they heard that.  I couldn't understand though how people could rejoice in hearing that if they didn't live right hell was their home.  I couldn't understand how living under that type of fear could foster trust between God and man.  

Those questions and disparities led me down such a difficult path.  I was going to say Christian path, but in retrospect, it wasn't a Christian path.  A Christian path is one of friendship with Jesus.  A Christian path is one of gratitude that what there was no way one could do, in his own strength, we had a Wonderful Counselor, an Advocate to help us.   A Christian path is one of regard for one's fellow man.  A Christian path is one where our Savior left the 99 just for the 1.  

I'm just so grateful that I can say that I failed and well-meaning people in my life failed, but Jesus never failed.  Even when I thought God had failed me by not stopping me from doing some things that I had been taught would send me to hell, He never failed.  Even when I could have sworn, He told me to do something and I did it, but it ended up taking me down a horrible path, He never failed.  Even when He spoke to me as that Wiser Knowing part of me and it was often met with rejection, humiliation and criticism, He never failed.  Even though I was ostracized for the color of my skin, for my gender, for my way of thinking and being in the world by the very people I was taught I should appease yet would never be equal to, He never failed.  You see, walking with Him has brought me to liberation.

I now know that I am enough.  Nappy hair, straight hair, fair skin, dark skin--no matter--I am enough.  And even when I did things that others turned their noses at and exposed Elephants in the living room that others wished to ignore or revealed the not-so-sacredness of people's sacred cows, I was still enough.  I was enough when people walked away.  I was enough when people stayed.  I was enough in my struggle.  I was enough in my triumph.  And if the nature of Christ in the Bible is any indication, God would have sent His only Son to die if I was the only person in this world.  He would have left all the righteous, all the preachers, all the politicians, all the wealthy, all the knowledgeable, all the beloved great thinkers and great leaders of the past and the future, just to come and get me.    

Gee, when I think about it, that's exactly what he  I didn't fit and never have.  No matter.  Jesus came and got me just the same.   And now, I'm really seeing the depth of His love for me.  When I stand for me, I honor Him.  For He's stood for me when I couldn't, I wouldn't and when I didn't even know that my actions were dishonoring of me.  He stood for me.  I now know that when I stand for me, I stand for Him.   I stand for the 1 he left the 99 for.  

Happy Resurrection Day, Everybody!!!!!