Drunk on our gossip.
Drunk on our grudges.
Drunk on our reputations.
Drunk on our pornographic imaginations.
Drunk on our religion and our virtue and our self-righteousness.
All of us, the lot of us, drunk.
Drunk as a skunk drunk.
In our drunken places, Jesus draws near and asks, “Do you like cookies? May I get you one? Will you sit with me? How about rehab…may I accompany you there? May I pay the fee? May I come alongside you toward sobriety, then a new life, then a seat at my Table, then a job in my Kingdom? I went to the battlefield, I loved from the battlefield, to launch this love trajectory for your life. Protection from the Klingons. Sweeter than Jolly Ranchers. All you need is nothing. All you need is need.”
These words from one of my favorite hymns says it all:
Come ye sinners, poor and needy
Weak and wounded, sick and sore.
Jesus, ready, stands to save you,
Full of pity, joined with power…
Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream.
All the fitness he requires
Is to feel your need of him.
How do we love like Jesus?
It starts with resting and receiving. It starts by stopping.