Pardon me.... I think I just threw up a bit as I typed that sentence.
I'm terrified. Petrified. Mortified. Stupified.
But I'm excited.I've been in school for 18 years now. From kindergarten, all the way through the tail end of my first year of grad school, I've been working hard... all for this moment.
To interact with others in a way that is helpful. To talk with others in a way that is useful. To spend time with others in a way that is loving, edifying, and beneficial. I've worked toward this my entire adult life.
Will I fail? Possibly.
Will I be of any help? Maybe.
Will I mess up? Most certainly.
But does it matter? Is the fear of failure so powerful that we avoid helping others? Are our own egos so fragile that we cannot enter into relationship with those who are broken, giving of ourselves, our time, our emotional resources, and our lives?
What is stopping us?
The world needs love. Pure, unadulterated love. Love uncoerced, love unconstrained. And it needs it now. Today. Right here. In this very moment.
What's stopping us? What keeps us from moving? What keeps us staring at our screens, in the safety of their glow? What stops us from stepping out into the safety of the Light of Love?
Us. Ourselves. Me. You.
There is no other scapegoat but the face we see in the mirror.
Because when it comes down to it - when we really dig deep down inside, we notice something. Whether we wear a different color of skin, or were born into a better set of circumstances, deep down, we're all the same. We don't love others because we ourselves crave and long for love. We don't reach out because nobody has reached to us. We don't sacrifice because we've never seen it done before.
... or have we?
You see, over 2000 years ago, a man - God himself, at that - nullified our excuses. When Jesus sacrificed his life, he also sacrificed his ego, his status, his wealth, his career, his friends, his family, and the love he had already secured. He sacrificed the comfort of Galilee for the brutality of Calvary.
And yet here we are. Terrified. Petrified. Mortified. Stupified.
But why aren't we excited too?
My friends, it's not about what "the world" needs. Because frankly, we're in the world, and we look a lot like it. We need love as badly as our neighbor. Something tells me God had that in mind as he asked us to love others as ourselves.
Because without Love, we're all bankrupt. Empty. Destitute. Alone.
And that's what we fear. We fear that if we reach out, if we sacrifice ourselves in any small way to love others, we'll fall flat on our faces, and nobody will be there to pick us up. And you know what?
I feel the same way.
As I begin this internship, working both at a low-cost counseling center and a homeless shelter, I'm scared of being alone. Of no one understanding. Of no one caring.
And yet, here I am. Terrified. Petrified. Mortified. Stupified. But excited.
Because I know I will be alone at times - at least in appearance.
But I will rest assured that the very God who picked a lonely criminal to be in Paradise with him as he hung to his own death would be willing to do something so simple as to comfort me. To care for me. To pick me up when I fall, dust off my pants for me, and give me a gentle hug. The very God who received no love in his final dying breath will choose to love me so greatly, so powerfully, so deeply, so passionately... it's overwhelming.
Don't you think he wants to do the same for you?
It's not what the world needs.
It's what we all need.
And that is something to be excited about.
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What stops you from pursuing others? What opportunities do you have to show love to those around you? How has God shown love to you lately?
