Live with
all of your senses!
Monday,
Monday…thanks for joining us for Monday’s Mantra and Coffee Hour @ Chicklit
Power and Trench Classes United. The days are just whizzing right on by, aren’t
they? Grab your coffee or your favorite break—time beverage and come on in.
You know
you’ve been to church when the message and everything else is still echoing in
the seat of your mind, the aftershocks flickering down into the hallways of the
heart. That’s how Easter Sunday was for me. It wasn’t just the message that was
spoken but an extra a-ha moment I received while listening to the message, and
it wasn’t necessarily brought up by the one speaking the message, but by The
One Who inspired the message.
The Pastor
was talking about the way people view the resurrection: either it’s a myth a metaphor
or the most important event in history. He then gave eight facts to dispute the
first two of these. There were two of the eight that really kept me thinking
days after the message had been preached. He talked about the first witnesses,
women who were looked down upon, considered less than, women whose influence
was zippo, nada! And then there are the doubting disciples whose doubt was
changed to belief, so much so that they all died for their conviction that He
had risen and conquered eternal death.
In Luke 24: 36-43, Jesus appeared before
all of His disciples shortly after His resurrection. In this portion of
scripture we read that they saw Him, heard Him and they touched Him. If He
didn’t have any fragrance left from the oils His skin received at the time of
His burial, then perhaps it’s the fish they smelled as He ate right in front of
Him. He engaged all of their senses so
they would not be able to refute the reality of Him once He had ascended to be
with His Father. Incidentally, can you touch, taste or see a myth or metaphor?
So what does
this have to do with us? How many of us live in the moments, effected by all of
our senses? Do we look with our eyes, and the eyes of our heart for
opportunities to be that resurrected Jesus to others? Do we take in the beauty
around us? Do we listen with both our ears, and our heart before daring to bee
that resurrected Jesus to a hurting soul, a person in need? Do we take time to
stop and listen to the music of His exquisite creation of birds? How is it that
we reach out and touch someone with our resources, not just monetary resources,
but a touch of compassion, understanding and empathy? Have we ever just hugged
on someone while they were hurting and not tried to fix them? And what would it
be like if our hearts broke over what breaks His, to taste that righteous
anger, literally, in our mouths and in our minds for the injustice that happens
because of free will? How often do we taste His goodness in our lives, let
alone thank Him for the blessing of provision of every single meal?
Oh, Coffee
Hour Friend, may we live with all of our senses that we may be a testimony of
our Risen Jesus, the One waiting to enter into the hearts of the lost, to
encourage the discouraged, troubled, to be peace among chaos, a light in the
dark…through all of us who dare to live with all of our senses.
Love,
Evinda
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